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When he came to, it was over. It was over and there wasn’t much left around him and all the captain’s shipmen were either gone or left still rotting next to his shivering body in a pile of what looked like some monster’s half eaten lunch- or digested material. The stench was pungent; in a way that he could feel the sick just prodding him at the very back of his throat. He tried moving but the bodies were heavy and he was meager and hungry. Not hungry enough though, and not half desperate enough but he cried out with what little vocal strength he had and prayed someone heard him.

He was only a thief; but even a sewer rat squealed if its leg was cut off.

Created: Jul 31, 2012

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