From Greatness To Failure In Record Time

You would think being in a food crate would be not terrible.  You'd be wrong, its cramped, you really can't see as well as you'd like, you can't really eat the food (because its wrapped or uncooked, or looks disgusting).  Not to mention people who carry food crates are apparently jerks who don't understand a light touch when moving things around (I swear this is a common complaint that when I'm carried either on purpose or accidentally people are real dicks). And then there is the issue of how long do you wait before you spring out of your crate.  Do you wait until you don't hear anyone (I mean its not like I could tell what time of day it was, or even if they were on the day night cycle normal people were on the ship).  I knew I'd gotten in the crate at night, went to sleep at some point and then woke up hopefully what I thought on the ship at a time when I could get in.

So with a bit of fear I slowly cracked open the lid of my crate and looked around.  There was no one of course I was in the bowels of the ship, I could hear the rocking of water hitting the hull (something I apparently missed while sitting in my crate). Of course I did have to wonder if I was on the right ship, but that was a problem you run into after you get out of your food crate (well if you stole my brilliant plan, you plan thief!) Anyway problems of what ship I was on aside, I had to get out of the hold and up top to try and finish my plan.

So out of the food hold I crept, into the galley that was also empty (this is what we call foreshadowing kids).  The whole ship felt pretty empty.  I moved from the galley to an outside hallway, it was lavishly decorated so I figured I was on the right ship, but it was all empty.  No guards, no passing servants, no one.  It was rather odd to be on what felt like an empty ship just slowly tilting in the water. I continued down the hallway to the rear of the ship (I forget the sea term some kind of dumb term that makes no sense), it opened into an even more lavish sitting room, with no one inside it either.  It was here I knew I was in a trap, I was about to turn and flee when I felt a solid blow strike me behind the head, my eyes were full of stars.  The shot sent me crashing to the ground, behind me heavy boots coming up the carpet told me I was about to be shackled again like so many times before.  I turned around and was caught a bit surprised by who was there.

"Morley?"

"I told you to walk away Trezlan, but you never ever listen to me." He's right I don't, and I really should, especially when he was planning on betraying me. I didn't know that at the time mind you, but I should have.  Because he's freaking Morley, that's what he does!