|stowedaway (stowedaway) wrote in retreat_ic,|
@ 2009-01-04 21:09:00
The Food Container..
Who: Mikey [Michael Welch]
Where: Crew level 3 - Food Storage Area
What: G - Opening.
The ship was still being loaded far into the evening as Mikey watched. It was the largest ship he had ever seen in this port and the containers that they were loading onto it stretched out far along the deck. Food stuffs primarily Mikey noted. The deck hands talked for days about the number of lifts they had already done and how many were still left to do. Mikey listened with a careful ear tonight since containers were known to be able to house him from time to time when the weather dropped in temperature as it threatened to do all day by the shifting of winds around to the north.
If he were to find one of the containers furthest from the loading platform that happened to have a lose board or two than he could spend the night in there and not worry being woke up to be told to shove off and sleep somewhere else. That's if he wasn't put to work first.
As he moved through the remaining crates he finally found one that with a few tugs the nails gave way to expose a large enough space for the fair-haired boy to crawl into. It wasn't difficult given his slender [mostly from starving] size. His grin of relief widened as he discovered that the boxes about him contained various cearel brands.
Food, shelter and now a definative free of smugglers place to stay for the night.
What more could he want??
As he settled into a curled up position after eating his fill he seemed to have forgotten what a full stomach and warm surroundings will do. He slept far into the next morning and missed the fact that the crate he had chosen was loaded onto the ship and it began to make ready to get underway.
Little did he know that Smugglers would be the least of his worries upon this ship.