Alessio hissed in frustration, as the sea sprayed in, throwing salty water over his face. He shook his head and heaved on the oars again, propelling himself towards the shore, pushed by the waves and the tide. The wind was howling in his face, plucking at his hood with invisible fingers, trying to pull it from his face, but he didnt care, knowing his hood would stay down, affixed as it was to his cloak. He had picked a good time to go ashore, he had the tide and the waves at his back, and the wind would push the ship away from the coasts, hopefully to smash it up on the reef just outside the bay.
A savage grin twisted his lips as he heaved on the oars again, feeling himself rise up as a wave lifted him up, and pushed him further forwards. The boat cut through the water, like Alessio's blade cutting through man-flesh, and he made good progress despite the size of his muscles. Strength doesnt matter, if you dont know how to use it, said the voice of his long dead instructor in his mind. He paused for half a second, trying to work out why that particular phrase reached his ears, his face impassive as he did so.
His instructor had said that when he claimed he was stronger than him one day, and it turned out his muscles could not aid him, to try and strike the withered form of his mentor. From that day, he vowed to train his mind, as well as his body, to master the form he had been given, and in the end he had succeeded, and killed his mentor in hand to hand combat, his blades carving the rodent apart as he attempted in vain to defend himself.
Alessio shook himself out of his reprieve, and pulled hard on the oars again, timing it so that he was pushed by a wave at the same time. The boat rose up, halted its upward motion, then came back down, and scraped hard along the rocky bottom of the beach. Without looking back, Alessio jumped from the boat, landing several meters away, and abandoned it, running for the tree line of the vast forest-island.
Reaching the safety of the trees, he looked back at the sea, and saw that his little rowing boat had flipped, and cracked itself open on a protruding rock, now in tow pieces, and the oars were gone. He grinned as he saw it roll over the beach, then looked up at the ship, his smile dropping. It had changed course, and was drifting around the headland, narrowly missing the reef. He shrugged, not really caring, and turned back to the trees. Four steps later, he was gone, hidden in dense layers of shadow.

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I am the retard,
Mr Retard to you."