Eventually Anneli grew accustom to the constant rocking of the boat and the overwhelming salty scent of the sea which permeated every crevice of the boat. Anneli stood on the deck leaning against the rails staring into the sea. The deep blue waves flowed far into the horizon yet still beat against the body of the ship.
Anneli turned and saw Helen walk up to him. She stood beside him and looked in to the ocean together.
“Have you been avoiding Castor?”
“Because Castor said you were. Did something happen yesterday?”
“No, nothing,” replied Anneli with a sigh. The eastern wind blew over them bringing the scent of a distant land.
“So,” began Helen, “why are you traveling with my brother.”
Anneli smirked,”am I in trouble?”
“Depends, did you do something?”
Anneli turned to Helen and looked into the eyes that were so similar to Castor’s. “No I didn’t. Castor promised to take me to the desert if I helped him find a rose.”
“Why do you want to go to the desert?”
“Because two magic fish told me if I go the desert I will find love.”
Helen choked stifling her laughter. “What? Really? You believed them.”
“Well yes. Besides the only reason Castor even went to find a rose is because some fortune teller said he should be king.”
“Fair enough,” said Helen with a smile and shrug of the shoulders. “But you have to admit your fortune was rather vague.”
“Yes but there was nothing much for me back home, so any hope of a better life is a good reason to leave.”
“Mn…” Helen looked at the blue infinity and the swirling uncertain sky. “He told you about that stuff did he? I mean about becoming the king and about father and Pollux.”
“Yeah. He spoke about you as well. He said he was jealous of you.”
“Really? He’s jealous?”
Anneli nodded. “Castor said he wished he was brave enough to run away himself, but he cared too much about what other people thought and wanted to prove himself.”
“He must really trust you to tell you all those things.”
“I don’t know if he trusts me,” replied Anneli. “He did not tell me anything about himself until just recently. Even then it was because he was in a really bad state.”
“Still, he never opens up to anyone, not even me.”
Anneli was silent of a moment, hesitating whether to tell Helen what he wanted to. “Helen, Castor said he does not want to be king.”
“I figured, especially after what our father tried to do and considering how Castor was treated in the past.”
“But his behavior doesn’t make any sense- why would he risk his life to get the rose and go back to your country if he did not want to become king? He could have run away to anywhere else.”
“Well… no one but Castor really knows what’s going on his head. He can be manipulative and two-face…you should be careful as well.”
“What are you two talking about?” announced Castor as he approached them. He leaned against the rails placing his hands on either side of Anneli.
“Were you talking about me?” asked Castor with a grin and then placed his chin on Anneli’s head.
“Our lives don’t revolve around you Castor,” replied Helen her words dripping with sarcasm.
Castor laughed, “does that mean you were?”
“Maybe- so you are jealous of me Castor?” asked Helen. Castor stared at Helen for a second perplexed.
“What did he tell you? What did you tell her?”
Helen laughed. “I was told that you were jealous because you wanted to run away like me.”
“Anneli why would you tell her that? I told you that in confidence,” chuckled Castor.
“How are you feeling?” asked Anneli softly.
“I’m alright. Well….not much better but I was bored in my room all alone,” muttered Castor.
“You should go back and rest, your injuries are still bad,” replied Anneli.
“Are you coming as well?”
“Not just yet.”
“What? Are you saying the sea is more interesting than I am?” whined Castor.
Anneli paused for a moment then said,”yes.”