He stood on the deck, his hands on the weathered wood of the railing, and watched the waves the ship caused as it made its way to port. It’s so blue here, he thought. I had forgotten.
He had also forgotten how miserably hot it was in Greece this time of year. Nowhere near as hot as it was in India, but it was still enough to be uncomfortable. Good thing I cut my hair. He ran his hand through it absently. It still felt odd, even after all these years. He’d had long hair his whole life. It had been the first thing to go when he had left.
He could hear the sailors yelling back and forth to each other in fast, clipped Greek. With a start, he realized he couldn’t recognize some of the words, it had been so long since he’d spoken in his own tongue. His stomach suddenly twisted with anxiety. He’d been gone way too long.
He’d made up his mind to go back below deck and try to meditate when the bell started ringing. Must be getting close. Sure enough, if he squinted hard enough, he could see a city far off into the horizon.
Corinth. He smiled, his blue eyes crinkling.
A few hours later, they had made port, and he was waiting as the men lowered the plank for him to disembark. He clasped hands with the captain, who had come to wish him farewell. “Thanks again, friend. I don’t know when the next ship to Greece would have come around.”
“Corinth was on the way. And when you said who you were, well... it was the least I could do,” the captain answered. “Feels good to be home?”
His passenger nodded, feeling nervous. “Yeah, it’s just… been a long time.”
He thanked the captain again before making his way down the plank onto the dock.
“A long time, huh?” the captain asked. “How long have you been gone?”Iolaus took in his surroundings – the white buildings, lush green trees, bustling market ahead. Not much had changed. “Oh,” he answered, “about twenty years.”