“They don’t like it up ‘em, you know,” said Neptune as he sat at the breakfast table slavering large dollops of butter on his toast. “When you got a trident, you can really give it to them.”
They looked across the table at a man who was allegedly a Roman God and seemed to relish the impact his trident, of all things, had on the ones he inflicted it upon.
“You know the Titanic? Sunk in the Atlantic? That was me. News was floating about the seas that there was this new ship that was unsinkable. Well, I showed them it was.”
“You sunk the Titanic?” asked the pimply faced boy sitting opposite him.
“Indeed I did. A bit disappointing really as the iceberg got all the credit. Could you fill my coffee please?”
“But a lot of people died when that happened.”
“Couldn’t be helped I had to prove nothing was going to sail the seas greater than me. Pass the jam please.”
Neptune filled his mouth with toast and munched away oblivious to the looks of dismay from around the table.