Caspian's POV (continued)
I pushed the chair back and stood up.
Didn't bother saying thanks.It didn't feel like the kind of place where manners mattered anyway.
The shopkeeper didn't look up either. Just kept wiping that same damn cup like his life depended on it… or perhaps he was Alladin, waiting for his Genie to pop out of that cup!
Yeah.
Good talk.
I stepped out into the street—and the air hit different.
Salty. Great AQI.The kind that freshens your lungs.
I glanced ahead.And there it was.The vast stretch of azure. Stretching wide and endless, waves rolling in slow and steady like nothing in the world was wrong. Boats bobbed lazily near the docks, ropes creaking, gulls screaming overhead.
Peacefully nostalgic vibes!
To the left were hills. Tall, uneven, cutting off the horizon like a natural wall.
Behind me—the woods I'd come through. Dense. Dark. Like they were already closing in again.
And in between all that was Greyvile.
