Ned knelt to support himself against the angry waves that slapped the Cuttlewitch Lobby. His head spun as if he was hit by a massive boulder thrown by a massive giant. A giant likes the one beside his cell. His baggy clothes swung in accordance with the ship's motion. Baggy shirt, baggy pants, and leather boots, given by the crew. "Lad, a set of clothes, don't worry we have a lot." One of the pirates said before she gave Ned a set of baggy clothes, days ago. A lot must be from prisoners they captured. Ned thought.
"You look pale, Ned," Echo said. His back leaned against the moss affixed wall. He kept himself balanced just like swinging a sword - counted and prepared. Not even bothered by his bandages hanging loose.
"I'm fine," Ned said. Gripping the iron bar to fix himself and not lose balance. ICE, something's wrong with me.
[You look. Fine, Ned.]
[I checked, overall you are stable.]
Then, what is wrong with me? Ned asked himself.
