[Day 1]
Yawn..
"How boring"
I laid down in the barrel, my only refuge in this vast expanse of endless water. Even though it's narrow and uncomfortable, I don't mind at all.
Only thing on my mind is that I ain't getting up from my dream!
Thinking rationally, I wouldn't be rational, or perhaps, am I? It doesn't oppose the question but my appearance does!
Not a single part of my current appearance resembles my previous one. Ugh..
I have a small figure body, with black hair, and attire is one of pirate's like… Was I a pirate? Woah!
I didn't know that pirates have such a small height that can fit in a narrowed barrel! Are those dwarfs here?!
Must be silent. I am also one of them, why bother humiliating myself? Height isn't a concern, since it helps me to stay in the barrel. If not for it, I won't even fit, right?
To be more positive, I will conclude that I am just a young fellow and in the early stages of puberty.. Even that felt 'ugh' if that is true… haha! It is best for me, man!
No. No. No.
Am I happy? No! It is a predicament! I have never seen this place, why am I in the middle of the ocean? It's not like I got isekai d'or is it? No, I haven't die by truck!
If I look back at the situation, I was dragged into the pond by someone, right? Then.. I was.. Have I died?
Ugh. How bothersome. Whether I have died or not, I am currently here is what matters to me.
Oh no. I am going to die. It is in the middle of the ocean. That's why, let's be calm.
I open my eyes and stare at the endless sky, likewise water. Beauty was admirable. I wish to see it on my weekends but I got it free today, so getting off from work is surely good?
In this world, I am unaware of, I wish to be a part, even a segment so that I can be mattered and it be memorable. In my previous life, I hardly remember any best movement of life. That's why, if I have got a chance, why waste it?
Although, I am not sure whether I can get out of here, from the midst of the ocean, or not. There must be a way.
Hmm..?
"What's that?"
There was something inside the barrel. After I give a closer look, I found out that inside the barrel have several things
A longish fine rope, rotten flesh blegh! – I understand the reason for stinking– some metal scraps, a graphite rod, a rag.. Were they perhaps using this barrel as a trash bin? Can't they at least drop in something useful?
"Um..? What's up with this? A bag? No. A pouch?"
I found an unusual leather pouch thing, it was small, though heavy. I decided to toss it in water, as it seems useless but just then I remembered my class that I attended a million years ago, and realized it is a Bota Bag, the traditional water keeper.
For the first time, I felt glad that I hadn't missed a history class or I might have done something reckless. How convenient, it is filled with water even though it's alcoholic due to rum but still convenient.
It would keep me safe from thirst; dehydration.
However, thirst isn't the only concern. Hunger is another one. It's been only an hour since I have got consciousness in this body.
There's a lot of fishes in deep water, I couldn't catch them bare handed, right? Obviously, they will slip off my hand, they are super slippery. I can't grip them out.
Uh…
For real, if I even catch them it would be impossible to cook them. I will need to eat them raw. Blegh…
Survive. It is my main priority, right? Even if I happen to get a stomach ache or something.
Taking off the concern, I pick up the knife and split the rope. I am trying to makeshift fishing rods to catch some fish. I have metal scraps, required the tip and some flesh in barrel for bait.
After some time, I made a perfect makeshift fishing rod. It is durable, though not long lasting. It's better than nothing.
Time flies unexpectedly. Sun made it to evening. I didn't expect it to be evening that quick, or the time just going that way fast?
Anyways, that alluring beauty of the sun in the midst of the evening. I couldn't help but crack a smile.
"Of course. It is the first day of my new journey."
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"Aegh… It wasn't a good decision."
I laid down clasping myself with my arm. Night already has been turned into a nightmare with its uncontrollable storm.
Barrel is dancing uncontrollably, as well. Its lid is fluttering as it is about to break by air getting in. Moreover, stomach ache is one more problem to deal with.
I, unfortunately, happen to catch a poisonous fish. This is what I believe most. Stomach ache shouldn't be that bad…
If death awaits me next, then I wish to puke out everything. Although, I doubt it will be peaceful.
Can I book a reserve seat?
Haha! It's impossible.. How ill-fortune
That was a good start.
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