The sea-god once had said of him, he was a dangerous man. There was some truth in it, in a world with killers, thieves, princes, princess, kings, queens, gods, demi-gods; he was a dangerous man, because unlike them he had nothing to lose.
Until now.
There was nothing he could do here. Not now. The captain was not prepared to stay, to see how far Poseidon would push things and see who he could hurt the most: Clotho or him.
Time to walk away from it all and not look back.
“It is time I left. Thank you for the dinner, Madame.”