The creaking of wood woke me up. The helmsman was sleeping and so was the old man. The ship was moving in all sorts of direction, so there was more than enough swaying. The big guy who was behind the ship's rudder was fast asleep. No wonder the ship was swaying. Come to think of it, would this really be alright? What if we went in the opposite direction?
"Hey wake up, ye fat ass!" I screamed.
I might have picked up some random pirate words. After spending all day with the pirates, it would have been surprising if I hadn't. Actually come to think of it, I always ended up talking like the people around me, didn't I? Maybe it's a side effect of the curse? It wasn't very prominent, so I never paid any attention. But this was still rude of me to say so.
The helmsman woke up in a very shaky mood and looked straight at me. His bloodshot eyes lusted for blood. Oh shit.
"What did ye say?" he howled.
