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XXXXXX Octavian let out a shuddering breath through clenched teeth. It was unbearably cold down in the little cabin he had been given by the captain of the ship he was traveling aboard. The cool night air carried by the sea winds seeped between the small crevices of the ship's lower deck, and the heavy wool blanket Octavian had pulled up to his neck was doing little to nothing to keep him warm — and neither was the tunic he'd worn to sleep in. The man gave a sigh and watched the frosty plume of his breath quickly rise and dissipate into the darkness of his sleeping quarters. It's not really that cold, he tried to convince himself as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. You won't have to deal with it much longer. It will be dawn soon, and you'll get to feel the warmth of the sun soon enough. Octavian rolled over onto his side and faced the wall. He gave another sigh at the misfortune he had to endure for the time being, but he eventually willed himself to fall asleep. He closed his eyes and snuggled deeper under the blanket to get closer to warmth that wasn't even there.
XXXXX It was if fate had some cruel sense of humor, however, for not a moment after he had closed his eyes Octavian snapped them open again when he felt the entire ship rock. A sharp yelp was forced from the man's throat when he was violently tossed from his cot and onto the floor. Octavian scrambled to his feet quickly, just barely missing being hit by the bedside table as it toppled over and sent everything that was left atop it rolling and shattering along the floorboards.
XXXXX What Octavian had just felt was nothing like the gentle, albeit nauseating, lull of the calm sea he'd experienced for the last few hours he was lying awake in bed. It felt like the ship hit something jutting up from the sea — or something had hit them, was the following thought that came to Octavian's mind, making him gulp. At the moment of impact Octavian heard the startled cries of the crew as they ran about in a panic. The ship was still rocking violently, sending everything in Octavian's cabin sliding this way and that, and flying from selves. He grunted as he was thrown back towards his bed, sliding across the sheets and slamming back-first into the wall with a loud thud!
XXXXX "I hate the sea!" Octavian roared in anger and he pushed himself back onto the floor. He rushed toward the door as fast as he could and threw it open. He was immediately greeted with the sounds of disarray and the crew members hurried footsteps as they trampled their way across the upper deck. Octavian made his way up there as well and was going to ask what it was that they hit, but by then the ship had already began to settle, bobbing up and down in the water as if nothing had gone amiss. Upon seeing the large puddles of water across the deck, he stopped and gritted his teeth — if the hull had been breached then he would be the first one on a dinghy.
XXXXXX Octavian let out a shuddering breath through clenched teeth. It was unbearably cold down in the little cabin he had been given by the captain of the ship he was traveling aboard. The cool night air carried by the sea winds seeped between the small crevices of the ship's lower deck, and the heavy wool blanket Octavian had pulled up to his neck was doing little to nothing to keep him warm — and neither was the tunic he'd worn to sleep in. The man gave a sigh and watched the frosty plume of his breath quickly rise and dissipate into the darkness of his sleeping quarters. It's not really that cold, he tried to convince himself as he pulled the blanket tighter against his body. You won't have to deal with it much longer. It will be dawn soon, and you'll get to feel the warmth of the sun soon enough. Octavian rolled over onto his side and faced the wall. He gave another sigh at the misfortune he had to endure for the time being, but he eventually willed himself to fall asleep. He closed his eyes and snuggled deeper under the blanket to get closer to warmth that wasn't even there.
XXXXX It was if fate had some cruel sense of humor, however, for not a moment after he had closed his eyes Octavian snapped them open again when he felt the entire ship rock. A sharp yelp was forced from the man's throat when he was violently tossed from his cot and onto the floor. Octavian scrambled to his feet quickly, just barely missing being hit by the bedside table as it toppled over and sent everything that was left atop it rolling and shattering along the floorboards.
XXXXX What Octavian had just felt was nothing like the gentle, albeit nauseating, lull of the calm sea he'd experienced for the last few hours he was lying awake in bed. It felt like the ship hit something jutting up from the sea — or something had hit them, was the following thought that came to Octavian's mind, making him gulp. At the moment of impact Octavian heard the startled cries of the crew as they ran about in a panic. The ship was still rocking violently, sending everything in Octavian's cabin sliding this way and that, and flying from selves. He grunted as he was thrown back towards his bed, sliding across the sheets and slamming back-first into the wall with a loud thud!
XXXXX "I hate the sea!" Octavian roared in anger and he pushed himself back onto the floor. He rushed toward the door as fast as he could and threw it open. He was immediately greeted with the sounds of disarray and the crew members hurried footsteps as they trampled their way across the upper deck. Octavian made his way up there as well and was going to ask what it was that they hit, but by then the ship had already began to settle, bobbing up and down in the water as if nothing had gone amiss. Upon seeing the large puddles of water across the deck, he stopped and gritted his teeth — if the hull had been breached then he would be the first one on a dinghy.