The Hide rocked gently that night, the weary timbers letting out muted shudders as they rubbed against each other. A heavy fog had rolled in that afternoon, and lingered on well into the night. On the upper decks, it made the lanternlight visible, warm streaks of light radiating out into the night -- but the lower decks were pitch black, and blanketed in mist.
Finn swayed listlessly in his hammock, afflicted by troubled dreams. Sometimes it was an abstract fear -- but tonight it was far more concrete. He was back on the cold tundra of Urk, watching as the shrew behemoths ravaged his ship mates. There he was, with his small knife, paralyzed with fear. Unable to run, unable to fight. One shrew turned on him, it's head low and covered in shadow. With frightening speed it set upon him, and just as Finn felt it's claws tear into him, he saw the cold dead eyes of the idol. It's stone jaws opened wide, and clamped down on his elbow.
With a gasp, Finn sat up in his hammock. Instantly, a cold ache started up in his arm, and his paw clutched at the bandage wrapped around his elbow. The kit tumbled out of his hammock onto the floor. Pushing himself to his feet, he fumbled forward in the dark, fur bristling with fear. The darkness was stifling -- and the warm patch of light by the ladder to the upper deck seemed so far away. Groping his way forward in the dark, Finn bumped into something warm, and let out a startled cry.
Finn swayed listlessly in his hammock, afflicted by troubled dreams. Sometimes it was an abstract fear -- but tonight it was far more concrete. He was back on the cold tundra of Urk, watching as the shrew behemoths ravaged his ship mates. There he was, with his small knife, paralyzed with fear. Unable to run, unable to fight. One shrew turned on him, it's head low and covered in shadow. With frightening speed it set upon him, and just as Finn felt it's claws tear into him, he saw the cold dead eyes of the idol. It's stone jaws opened wide, and clamped down on his elbow.
With a gasp, Finn sat up in his hammock. Instantly, a cold ache started up in his arm, and his paw clutched at the bandage wrapped around his elbow. The kit tumbled out of his hammock onto the floor. Pushing himself to his feet, he fumbled forward in the dark, fur bristling with fear. The darkness was stifling -- and the warm patch of light by the ladder to the upper deck seemed so far away. Groping his way forward in the dark, Finn bumped into something warm, and let out a startled cry.
