Drifting

Some say when you die it's s like falling asleep you just drift away.

Others say it's like cold water washing over you pulling you under Strong waves .

Oliver likes to think it's like a deep dark that opens to swallow you whole.

But that's his thoughts.

He awoke to the sound of the capitan screaming words of warning to the crew.

While rain beat down on their heads as they scrambled around on deck.

Oliver wasn't even half awake while he was forced to scrambled around the deck of the ship as the rain felt more like small rocks being shot at him from above.

His soot black hair was wet and sticking to his face as his pale skin gave off a sickly look as he was told to go secure the cargo by the captain a man that towered over him greatly while his two cold eyes started at him the captain would of thrown him over board if it wasn't for the lack of crew.

"What are you standing around for! get the fuck going!" the captain yelled as Oliver almost slipped grasping the side of the ship for support while he frantically tried to get below deck.

The rocking of the ship and the yelling of crew mates over of the rain made Oliver panic as he stumbled across the deck.

When he descended below deck by some miracle his wet lanky form contrasted harshly with the dry interior.

But he couldn't stop as he along with another person helped him secure the cargo so nothing broke under his watch.

His face held a scowl now as he muttered under his breath.

This was Oliver's life sold to a merchant ship at the mere age of five he had been here for nine years.

Forced to work around merchants and other people as he was seen as the working hand.

His hands curled into his wet shirt as he pushed his way between crates and expensive spices from and around Zarren a merchant town set up in the heart of the Ferrari jungles.

Oliver didn't see it's use really as he never had been to Zarren or Ferrari so it wasn't necessarily to know about the worth of spices or the copper they carried aboard.

Oliver's only consern was to get to where he slept a small supply locker which he choose one day to stay in so he wouldn't be near the rest of the crew.

It was enough though.

As he approached he smelled the smell of polor fish cooking as he rinckled his nose at the smell.

It wofted threw the air as it seemed Louis was cooking food that night.

Louis was some guy they picked up at some mining town, the cheeky guy only stuck around to what Oliver asumes to annoy him.

Louis had quite the taste for soup and really rare meats and fish.

He was pretty social and calm as he would talk to everyone on board.

But Oliver knew Louis wasn't afraid to straight up egnore you if he disliked you.

But Oliver avoided him as he entered the room it was small only enough space for sleeping in.

He sighed as he gingerly swapped his wet cloths for dry ones rather than putting them somewhere to dry he threw them in a pile by the door.

He could tell the rain was still raging on for how violently the ship was rocking and how he could hear the wailing of something underneath the ship.

But he couldn't find it in him to go above deck and help he was cold and grumpy.

He didn't feel like fighting off any polor fish that some how got on deck.

So he lay on the thin bed roll simply with one of his ears pressed against the floor to hear the beautiful noise of the sea even though normal creatures weren't that loud or cared to be it was nice soothing in a way.

He'd sometimes try to copy the sound when he was younger now he'd rather lay not wasting his breath over silly little sounds of animals drifting along under the ship.

But he wondered what drifting felt like.

Was it like death? Or like something new a feeling of new wonder as you just drift.

No thought no feelings just drifting.

He wondered if anyone of these wailing creatures felt the same happy to drift, happy to be.

But then again Oliver was told he was rather dull to be around.

So he lay sleeping rather quietly as he drifted in his head.

The feeling of water rush over him as he passed.

Oh how would it feel?

How would one know, Oliver could just drift and drift till he drifted far far away from the merchant ship know as the golden sun.

And how Louis wouldn't bother him anymore, how the captain wouldn't bother him with anything.

For he would be dead.

He would be free.

He would be drifting.

Do not fear the waters as they shall devour you into the deep blue abiss.

He felt weightless before he was shaken.

It was ruff and uncaring as someone was mumbling something.

As Oliver opened his heavy eyes he felt himself take a huge breath.

Causeing who he now saw better Louis to sigh in relief.

His glasses were in his curly black hair while his light brown eyes searched Oliver's face.

"Holy- kid I thought you died!" Louis said as Oliver sighed to himself.

"I do something called sleeping you should try it."Oliver mumbled before Louis scrunched up his nose" Your breath stinks."he back handedly stated before he let go of Oliver's shoulders.

Oliver felt himself gasp for some odd reason before he glared at Louis" My breath doesn't stink. "he stated with a scowl.

As Louis got to his feet with a smile on his cracked lips.

He shrugged "Sure you don't think that cause you don't smell it." Louis said as he turned to leave.

Only Oliver just jumped to his own feet to defend his bloodline and simply shot back "Well your polor fish soup smells like ass."

Louis just shaked his head.

"That's just your breath woffting into your own face."

With that Louis exited the door before letting Oliver know he had to come eat said polorfish soup.

Begrudgingly he made his way to the small place where Louis had been serving soup to the crew who wasn't doing anything.

He felt his stomach grumble at the smell of rich polorfish cooking.