#bobicus

Steven-dave was fucking pissed. Eurylochus had opened the bag again. He ran across the deck, assisting his comrades and checking on those who seemed to need further help. He was sure he and Polites had convinced Eurylochus to leave the bag alone, but realistically, no one else would dare to enter the captain’s cabin, rummage through his things, and actually open the bag—except Eurylochus and Polites. The waves were still rough, and the wind howled in his ears, though he could vaguely hear Odysseus calling for Eurylochus to help him close the bag. Not that it mattered now. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Polites following his lead, helping those in need. Steven-dave's eyes darted around, frantically searching for his friends. He knew Polites was safe; he had just seen him. Odysseus and Eurylochus had closed the bag and looked a bit windswept, but nothing a few minutes with a hairbrush couldn’t fix.

He scanned the rest of the men on the ship, checking their wellbeing but discarding them when he realized they weren’t his closest friends. The longer he went without seeing his friend, the tenser he became. People were starting to notice, especially when Eurylochus managed to come up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder without him noticing. It took a firm but reassuring squeeze for Steven-dave to become aware of Eurylochus' presence. For a man of his size, that definitely said something. The action did what it was meant to do, and Steven-dave became aware of his surroundings, not just the people in them. He silently thanked Eurylochus before resuming his search for Bobicus, though not as single-mindedly as before. After a moment, he spotted Bobicus helping a crewmate untangle themselves from some rope. Bobicus looked no worse than the others, though he desperately needed a brush through his hair, but he seemed uninjured.

Relieved to find Bobicus alive and well, Steven-dave rushed over to him. A nagging feeling in the back of his mind told him he’d forgotten something important, but he didn’t care. He was more concerned about keeping all of his brothers (yes, even Odysseus, though he’d never say that out loud) safe and within his sight. By this point, the rest of the crew had gathered their bearings and begun taking stock of the ship and their remaining supplies. As they worked to right the ship, the sea began to churn almost noticeably. The waves grew taller, the wind picked up speed, the clouds darkened, and the air became tense for no discernible reason. The memory of a similar moment hit Steven-dave like a freight train: Poseidon. He had forgotten about the god of the sea. As if summoned, Poseidon appeared in all his horse-like glory.

Beneath the rippling surface of the water, said man began to ascend, his body slowly emerging from the depths. His head was the first thing to break through the surface, his long black locks flowing behind him like ink dispersing in water. Strands clung to his forehead and neck, contrasting his bronzed skin. Water streamed down his cheeks and jawline, cascading off in delicate rivulets that shimmered under the evening sun.

His shoulders followed, swathed in silky ebony hair. Droplets of water clung to the contours of his collarbones, sliding down the curves of his chest, following the path of his hair. His arms followed, his muscles tensed and his veins bulging. The water ebbing and flowing over the sculpted ridges and valleys of his well defined muscles. As the water reached his wrists, it spread out, trailing over his large, powerful hands. The glistening liquid slipped into the grooves of his palms, following the natural lines and creases, delicately tracing each callus and scar.

Next to come into view was his abdomen, the sculpted muscles of his abs drawing more than one wandering eye. Not that steven-dave could say much, the god was incredibly attractive when he wasn’t trying to kill him and his friends. Each droplet of water that slowly trailed down his body emphasized how well defined and toned his muscles were.