She was so still. My archenemy lay on the ground in a pool of saltwater and seaweed, unmoving, long dark hair plastered to her face in the aftermath that was our latest duel. I stared for what felt like an eternity. I always thought she was beautiful. But as Calypso lay there, I drank in the sight of her– skin like moonlight and lips dark as the sea she controls. I couldn’t bare to take the final ...