Post by nero on Mar 25, 2011 16:41:31 GMT -5
Consciousness had returned to the man, though his memory hadn’t. His was surely below deck, sunlight emanating above Trevor. As he awoke, wiping his hand across his brow, he noticed the fifth that lie on his palms. A putrid sight he was, though he smelled even fouler. The man reeked of human excrement and mutton, his clothes were but rags. Sniffing the surfaces of his dirt caked hands, a look of repulsion spread across his face. Stumbling to his feet, Trevor was unable to keep his balance, falling over as easily as he got up. With misty eyes, he looked up not being the least bit familiar with the contents of this room. It was most definitely used for simple storage, filled to the brim with rotting wooden barrels one of which his bottom was currently situated under. The barrel creaked on his weight, seemingly crying out to him for mercy. Having regained control of his very basic motor functions, the man known as the Sonic Youth crept from his seat in a rather awkward fashion, making sure to smack headfirst into an inconveniently placed shelf.
“Gah….what the hell was that! That really hurt.” he chimed, the comedy resulting from his actions going largely unnoticed, save for the fleas gathering around. As soon as the man’s pain subsided, there came a large awkward silence followed by a simple muse. “Where the f--- am I now?” he pondered, totally oblivious to his past happenings. For starters the Sonic Youth would have to recall just how he ended up in this quite strange predicament. The night before was totally unmemorable, his mind having wiped any accounts of his doing the day before. Had his tea been drugged? The thought scared him as much as being here did. Judging by the monotone sounds coming from above deck, the ship had to be inhabited by a crew, hopefully a rather weak one at that. Walking over to the anterior of the room, Trevor Price staggered unwittingly into an adjacent room. This one however was more brightly lit than the one he had previously stood. “This room was undoubtedly the atrium of the hull, a staircase located here should take me to the deck, or at least the sleeping quarters.
Looking out of the corner of his eye, Trevor could hardly believe his eyes. He was utterly stupefied, at the sight of this fair lady, a goddess among women. She had silky black hair which flown down her back. Her skin was of a fair shade, her facial features soft and delicate. Her small stature however, was emphasized by the rather large high heels that adorned her feet. “She must have some complex.” he muttered under his breath, to conceal himself. Trevor hoped she hadn’t heard him, as he slid to the ground, concealed by a large wooden crate. The stress his weight put on the floorboards forced them to creak, in turn making him more revealing. The Sonic Youth was unsure whether or not he should force the issue, and allow himself to get caught, though he soon thought it best to keep “under wraps.” After all, he’d surely be killed if he was discovered amongst these pirates.
“Gah….what the hell was that! That really hurt.” he chimed, the comedy resulting from his actions going largely unnoticed, save for the fleas gathering around. As soon as the man’s pain subsided, there came a large awkward silence followed by a simple muse. “Where the f--- am I now?” he pondered, totally oblivious to his past happenings. For starters the Sonic Youth would have to recall just how he ended up in this quite strange predicament. The night before was totally unmemorable, his mind having wiped any accounts of his doing the day before. Had his tea been drugged? The thought scared him as much as being here did. Judging by the monotone sounds coming from above deck, the ship had to be inhabited by a crew, hopefully a rather weak one at that. Walking over to the anterior of the room, Trevor Price staggered unwittingly into an adjacent room. This one however was more brightly lit than the one he had previously stood. “This room was undoubtedly the atrium of the hull, a staircase located here should take me to the deck, or at least the sleeping quarters.
Looking out of the corner of his eye, Trevor could hardly believe his eyes. He was utterly stupefied, at the sight of this fair lady, a goddess among women. She had silky black hair which flown down her back. Her skin was of a fair shade, her facial features soft and delicate. Her small stature however, was emphasized by the rather large high heels that adorned her feet. “She must have some complex.” he muttered under his breath, to conceal himself. Trevor hoped she hadn’t heard him, as he slid to the ground, concealed by a large wooden crate. The stress his weight put on the floorboards forced them to creak, in turn making him more revealing. The Sonic Youth was unsure whether or not he should force the issue, and allow himself to get caught, though he soon thought it best to keep “under wraps.” After all, he’d surely be killed if he was discovered amongst these pirates.