Post by High Tide on Aug 28, 2017 22:37:53 GMT -5
Churning.
That was the best way I could describe the feeling that swallowed me like a hungry deep sea monster starved for months. Churning. Left became right and right became up as I was tossed around from one side to.. another? I wasn't really sure anymore. Direction was meaningless, it was all I could do to keep my thoughts from becoming too jumbled, or fading all together. Thank the Pirate Gods for my strong head.
My hands were red. Was I bleeding? No, that wasn't it, was it? Slamming against the side again, I vaguely felt my elbow connect with... something? I wasn't sure. Red hands again. Not my own blood. Whose? I had enough in me to physically shake my head as again, I wasn't sure. Things seemed to be steadying, but my vision fails me. Everything’s a blur, worse than drunkenness, and when I can see everything seems so bright and distorted, like the stars have come down to blind my vision.
The floor beneath me is calm but I can feel it rolling now. The wave of fear, heeding no traffic, no boat or man or creature beneath it's towering mighty frame. I feel the wave, I don't like it. I am not supposed to feel fear, it feels like... like drowning.
I could hear voices above me but I wasn't sure where they were coming from exactly. The floor rocked and swayed again. Was I on a boat? Where the voices above deck? Was I below? I couldn't keep the constant stream of questions from crowding my head. It was impossible to think. I can still hear the voices and as I look down at my dripping red hands again, I focus with all the concentration I can muster trying to pick up words, any words that I can discern.
I listen hard for awhile struggling to make out anything at all. My head is clearing slightly and I can make out a deep voice yelling “Find him and bring him to me. I better have him in my sights before we land!” I try to listen further, but I can hear nothing more. I wonder if I am the person they are looking for? I look at my hands seemingly stained red and I knew I must be.
I struggle to my feet, grasping a chair for support as my legs barely support my weight. It is dark, and I can't see much. A chair, a table, a bed. It must be some sort of quarters, but whose I do not know. I don't even remember why I am on this ship, is it mine? Was I hear to get something? One thing I could remember was that I was scheduled for another match in PCW, and I could scarcely afford to miss that. My mind made up, I felt around for the walls, hoping to aid my forward momentum.
Suddenly I am airborne again. CRASH! I fly into one of the walls I had hoped to use for leverage. I am seeing stars, my vision is fading. In. Out. In. Out. I have to hide I can't let whoever find me. I can feel myself slipping as I make a desperate attempt to crawl, but my hands are still soaked in blood, and I succeed in only making a fool of myself as I slipped around the room.
I am losing vision rapidly and I know my consciousness will soon follow. My only thoughts are to hide, and hopefully stay hidden while I regain my senses. My left hand feels what I think must be the bed frame and with all my remaining strength I inch my way, inch by brutal inch until with one last exertion of my remaining stamina, I manage to roll underneath the bed.
I lay there panting, my mind fuzzy, the question of whose blood I had on my hands still prevalent. Then there was darkness. Unexplained feelings. Falling. Falling. Endlessly falling.
Falling.
And then nothing.
That was the best way I could describe the feeling that swallowed me like a hungry deep sea monster starved for months. Churning. Left became right and right became up as I was tossed around from one side to.. another? I wasn't really sure anymore. Direction was meaningless, it was all I could do to keep my thoughts from becoming too jumbled, or fading all together. Thank the Pirate Gods for my strong head.
My hands were red. Was I bleeding? No, that wasn't it, was it? Slamming against the side again, I vaguely felt my elbow connect with... something? I wasn't sure. Red hands again. Not my own blood. Whose? I had enough in me to physically shake my head as again, I wasn't sure. Things seemed to be steadying, but my vision fails me. Everything’s a blur, worse than drunkenness, and when I can see everything seems so bright and distorted, like the stars have come down to blind my vision.
The floor beneath me is calm but I can feel it rolling now. The wave of fear, heeding no traffic, no boat or man or creature beneath it's towering mighty frame. I feel the wave, I don't like it. I am not supposed to feel fear, it feels like... like drowning.
I could hear voices above me but I wasn't sure where they were coming from exactly. The floor rocked and swayed again. Was I on a boat? Where the voices above deck? Was I below? I couldn't keep the constant stream of questions from crowding my head. It was impossible to think. I can still hear the voices and as I look down at my dripping red hands again, I focus with all the concentration I can muster trying to pick up words, any words that I can discern.
I listen hard for awhile struggling to make out anything at all. My head is clearing slightly and I can make out a deep voice yelling “Find him and bring him to me. I better have him in my sights before we land!” I try to listen further, but I can hear nothing more. I wonder if I am the person they are looking for? I look at my hands seemingly stained red and I knew I must be.
I struggle to my feet, grasping a chair for support as my legs barely support my weight. It is dark, and I can't see much. A chair, a table, a bed. It must be some sort of quarters, but whose I do not know. I don't even remember why I am on this ship, is it mine? Was I hear to get something? One thing I could remember was that I was scheduled for another match in PCW, and I could scarcely afford to miss that. My mind made up, I felt around for the walls, hoping to aid my forward momentum.
Suddenly I am airborne again. CRASH! I fly into one of the walls I had hoped to use for leverage. I am seeing stars, my vision is fading. In. Out. In. Out. I have to hide I can't let whoever find me. I can feel myself slipping as I make a desperate attempt to crawl, but my hands are still soaked in blood, and I succeed in only making a fool of myself as I slipped around the room.
I am losing vision rapidly and I know my consciousness will soon follow. My only thoughts are to hide, and hopefully stay hidden while I regain my senses. My left hand feels what I think must be the bed frame and with all my remaining strength I inch my way, inch by brutal inch until with one last exertion of my remaining stamina, I manage to roll underneath the bed.
I lay there panting, my mind fuzzy, the question of whose blood I had on my hands still prevalent. Then there was darkness. Unexplained feelings. Falling. Falling. Endlessly falling.
Falling.
And then nothing.
