Out of the brig on the Duchtman... [Posted in worldsendrpg]
Confussed Bill opened his eyes. How long had he been gone this time? Looking around he saw he was in the brig still. The wall was holding on to him.... Oh yes, he had taken a seat on a piece of corral that stuck out of the wall, to rest. But how long ago was that? Moving his arms, Bill felt that the barnacles reluctantly let go off him.
Why was he in the brig? He couldn't remeber. Walking towards the closed door, he poked at it with a finger. It moved. Not looked? Odd. Looking around he saw no one was there. Well. If the door was unlooked, he was supposed to leave, yes? Must be of much better use on deck, Bill thought, walking towards the stairs.
Why was he in the brig? He couldn't remeber. Walking towards the closed door, he poked at it with a finger. It moved. Not looked? Odd. Looking around he saw no one was there. Well. If the door was unlooked, he was supposed to leave, yes? Must be of much better use on deck, Bill thought, walking towards the stairs.