Elliot's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in the dimly lit confines of the ship's hold. The pain in his body was a dull ache now, less intense but persistent. He was still in cuffs, but the wounds on his body were no longer as severe as before. He glanced around and noticed only a young boy sitting nearby, looking rather bored.
Elliot called out, "Stat window!"
A translucent screen appeared in front of him, showing his updated stats.
Name: Elliot
Level: 5
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Job: Delivery Man
Stats:
Strength: 7
Dexterity: 10
Endurance: 10
Agility: 8
Magic: 0
Skills:
1. Efficient Delivery (Level 5): Increases speed and accuracy in delivering items; now offers improved handling and quicker delivery times.
2. Stamina Boost (Level 2): Enhances stamina recovery and endurance during prolonged activities.
3. Endurance Boost (Level 1): Increases overall resistance to physical fatigue and improves stamina in challenging conditions.
4. Poison Resistance (Level 1): Provides basic resistance to poison effects, reducing the impact of toxins on health.
Elliot looked surprised as he scanned through his stat window. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was still dreaming. "Poison Resistance? That's new," he muttered, examining the new skills.
The young boy glanced up, giving Elliot a sardonic grin. "Ah, so you finally noticed. Took you long enough. That lady who helped you must have had a thing for magic. She did some healing and left a few gifts behind."
Elliot's mind raced as he pieced things together. "So, that's why I'm still alive. The poison resistance and endurance boost must have kept me from succumbing to the toxins and the sea's harsh conditions."
The kid shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah, well, while you were out cold, we had a bit of excitement. Pirates and their troubles. You missed the party, unfortunately."
Elliot managed a weak smile, still processing the implications of his new skills. "Great. Just great. Well, at least I'm not dead yet."
The boy chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "Not yet. But you might want to figure out a way to get out of those cuffs before you become a permanent guest here."
As Elliot contemplated his situation, he could hear the muffled sounds of the crew bustling above. The ship rocked gently with the waves, a constant reminder of the perilous sea adventure that lay ahead.
Elliot and Billy worked frantically to figure out how to open their cuffs. Billy, who had a surprisingly sharp wit for someone so young, was using a small piece of metal he had found in the cell.
"Alright, let's see if I can get these cuffs off before I turn into a permanent decoration for the ship," Billy said, grunting as he worked on the lock.
Billy finally managed to pry open the cuffs. "Got 'em! Now, let's see if we can find something to help us get off this ship before we become part of the crew's latest prank. Hey take this shovel for protection"
Billy and Elliot make their way up the dock where the scene makes them question their sanity,
"The hell happened here?"
The deck was littered with pirates who had fallen asleep in their own traps. One pirate was snoozing while sitting in a large fish net, which had somehow ensnared him and several fish that were now flopping around him. Another pirate was snoring loudly, tangled in a hammock that had become more of a makeshift cocoon than a bed.
One pirate, who had tried to tie up a loose sail, ended up tangled in the ropes and was now swinging gently back and forth like a human pendulum. Another was stuck in a barrel, only their legs sticking out comically, with the barrel labeled "Rum." The occasional hiccup from the barrel indicated that the captain was still inside, very much drunk and not at all aware of the chaos around him.
Elliot chuckled despite himself, "Looks like the captain's idea of handling a crisis is getting plastered in a barrel of rum."
" I suppose he's out of sight and out of mind," Billy remarks.
As the pirates started to stir from their drunken stupor, Dazed and disoriented, crew members began to wake up, only to find themselves in increasingly ridiculous situations.
One pirate, still wrapped in the fish net, groggily attempted to untangle himself while muttering, "Why does it smell like fish and rum?" Another pirate, who had been knocked out cold by a falling barrel, woke up to find himself sitting atop a pile of loose cannonballs, trying to balance and maintain his dignity.
The captain's snoring grew louder from inside the rum barrel, his loud "Zzzzzzzz" barely muffled by the lid. The entire ship seemed to be spinning in a haze of confusion.
Elliot and Billy seized the moment. They carefully navigated through the mess of disoriented pirates, making their way to the small spare boat that had been hastily tied up and forgotten in the commotion.
Billy looked at Elliot and said, "Alright, let's get this boat into the water before we're spotted. I'm not keen on becoming part of this circus again."
Elliot nodded, and together they managed to untie the boat. Billy, ever resourceful, used a broken oar they found as a paddle to get the boat moving. As they rowed away from the ship, they could hear the pirates shouting at each other,
One pirate, still tangled in ropes, yelled out, "Where's the rum? And why am I tied up like a Christmas turkey?" Another pirate, looking at the mess of sails and ropes, grumbled, "I knew we shouldn't have mixed our navigation with drinking!"
Despite the chaos, Elliot and Billy managed to get their small boat into the open water. As they approached the land in sight, the chaos on the pirate ship continued behind them as they slowly made their way to the shore.
The captain, still half-asleep and mumbling incoherently, finally stumbled out of his barrel only to find his ship in utter disarray.
"Arrr, what's all this then...? Argh! I need me another bottle of rum, curses." Captain remarks, walking away from the ship's chaos.