Damn, it was cold in here!
Linvor shivered a bit and gritted his teeth after rolling and spinning around like a hamster on a wheel.
Of course, the barrel wasn't that spacious for his burly figure, but at least it wasn't tight, seeing that he could adjust his hands and legs when he wanted.
He only prayed that some sea creature wouldn't pop out to the surface and swallow him whole.
Well, there were too many barrels floating around.
So it shouldn't be his that got targeted, right?
Tiny streaks of water did come in, but it wasn't that much and wouldn't do any much damage or make him sink.
After all, these barrels were capable of holding liquor for years. So he was safe.
The inside of the barrel only felt too wet because of the rum that previously filled the barrel.
And coupled with the cold water temperature of the sea hitting the outer surface of the barrel, he was gradually losing heat and getting cold instead.
