Post by shatuga on Feb 14, 2007 13:12:35 GMT -5
It's not like I have anything better to do.... sit here in the holds of the ship, sliding down to the bilges when need arises. It's dark most of the time, and when most of the ship is at rest, that is when I'm awake, scurrying like a rat to find food. I'd not eat the rats, though I'm sure they'd take a nibble at me if they could get the chance.
Gah! And one was just about to. Hah... There!
---
I've taken to entertaining myself by spying on the scullery crew. After all, since I've found where at least some of the food waste goes, I've plenty to eat. I don't think the crab traps'll starve. I overheard that the ship's still two days off from Guillorand. Ah... the thought of life anew is itching in my blood! If I can keep out of sight and not get thrown overboard, till then, I'll be set. It's kind of fun to spy! The thrill of not getting caught.... the consequences if I do, sure beats these last lonely 6 nights.
---
There's a storm outside and it's all I can do to hold on and stay out of the way of the shifting crates. One cracked open... I am ashamed to say I took the 20 gold that was there, and a healing potion. Or three...____-----***............ (scribbles fade off)
---
I don't know where the hell I am, but it sure isn't Guillorand. It's too cold, for one thing. Sure isn't tropical. Not much survived the shipwreck.. and what did, not much of that escaped that horrible, horrible creature. It had a mouth like a cave and spikes for teeth all the way around. What went in certianly wouldn't come out quite the same on the other end of it, I dare say. It ate most of the ship.
I tried to save one of the crew. His name was Janus.... in the collapse of the ship his arm got ripped off. I gave him one of my healing potions but it was too little... too late. The sharks came fast from the blood he was losing. The memory of his tattered, soaked flesh being ripped apart just beneath the frothy pink surface is forever branded in my brain.
If it weren't for that large crate bottom, I'd be chum, too. But as it was, it came to the shore here, and now I'm on some beach, some coastline city. I've got to find something to eat.....
One thing for sure - wherever I am it is most certainly not Waterdeep. The Association will never find me here.... wherever here is. I need to find food, and figure that out... where I am, that is.
I hope, in the end, that Janus didn't get the better deal.
Gah! And one was just about to. Hah... There!
---
I've taken to entertaining myself by spying on the scullery crew. After all, since I've found where at least some of the food waste goes, I've plenty to eat. I don't think the crab traps'll starve. I overheard that the ship's still two days off from Guillorand. Ah... the thought of life anew is itching in my blood! If I can keep out of sight and not get thrown overboard, till then, I'll be set. It's kind of fun to spy! The thrill of not getting caught.... the consequences if I do, sure beats these last lonely 6 nights.
---
There's a storm outside and it's all I can do to hold on and stay out of the way of the shifting crates. One cracked open... I am ashamed to say I took the 20 gold that was there, and a healing potion. Or three...____-----***............ (scribbles fade off)
---
I don't know where the hell I am, but it sure isn't Guillorand. It's too cold, for one thing. Sure isn't tropical. Not much survived the shipwreck.. and what did, not much of that escaped that horrible, horrible creature. It had a mouth like a cave and spikes for teeth all the way around. What went in certianly wouldn't come out quite the same on the other end of it, I dare say. It ate most of the ship.
I tried to save one of the crew. His name was Janus.... in the collapse of the ship his arm got ripped off. I gave him one of my healing potions but it was too little... too late. The sharks came fast from the blood he was losing. The memory of his tattered, soaked flesh being ripped apart just beneath the frothy pink surface is forever branded in my brain.
If it weren't for that large crate bottom, I'd be chum, too. But as it was, it came to the shore here, and now I'm on some beach, some coastline city. I've got to find something to eat.....
One thing for sure - wherever I am it is most certainly not Waterdeep. The Association will never find me here.... wherever here is. I need to find food, and figure that out... where I am, that is.
I hope, in the end, that Janus didn't get the better deal.