I won’t sleep. That would be like death. So I endure my torment, at the hands of these wretched pirate scum.
I stand at one end of the room. I shuffle. One, step, at, a, time.
Five hours have passed. I am dehydrating. They’ve given me a tube, I suck greedily at it.
I can hear sounds outside my room. Singing. Celebrating. A wake, for their lost colleague.
I wish we’d killed them all. That thought is immoral. You shouldn’t…
Shut. The. Fuck. Up.
Shuffle. One. Step. At.