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Who: Mikey
Where: Hold of the ship.
When: One day too many
What: Mikey continues to be: Caught in the hold of life.
Mikey breathed out a huge sigh in relief when the sounds of footfalls that had moved towards his hiding hole stopped and headed another direction. He had overheard some of the conversation but none of it gave him the answer to what ship he was on. It must be however the large one that they had been loading, since none of the other ones in the harbor were even close to being the size of even this room. The pair of footfalls clomped up the staircase.
Well really there was only one real way to tell for certain the ships name and perhaps destination and that was to find the way out of the storageroom; other than the obvious direction of the kitchen area where the Crotchety Old Cook and his young helper came from. Fuck ya! What a life, he had now!. No work.. Light.. Food.. Water.. Hell what else could he possibly need down here?
A computer would be nice. That's for certain.
His musing came to an end and he crawled out from the crate again once the light switches were cut off. He needed to find that switch first. That would help determine his next move. And that was to find an exit door.
Where: Hold of the ship.
When: One day too many
What: Mikey continues to be: Caught in the hold of life.
Mikey breathed out a huge sigh in relief when the sounds of footfalls that had moved towards his hiding hole stopped and headed another direction. He had overheard some of the conversation but none of it gave him the answer to what ship he was on. It must be however the large one that they had been loading, since none of the other ones in the harbor were even close to being the size of even this room. The pair of footfalls clomped up the staircase.
Well really there was only one real way to tell for certain the ships name and perhaps destination and that was to find the way out of the storageroom; other than the obvious direction of the kitchen area where the Crotchety Old Cook and his young helper came from. Fuck ya! What a life, he had now!. No work.. Light.. Food.. Water.. Hell what else could he possibly need down here?
A computer would be nice. That's for certain.
His musing came to an end and he crawled out from the crate again once the light switches were cut off. He needed to find that switch first. That would help determine his next move. And that was to find an exit door.