Within the pitch-black hold of the boat, an aroma spiralled from the lone burning candle.
The thick walls adds-up to the great soundproofing. This was probably because the original owner placed several thick pieces of flannel between the wooden partitions. Even the raging waves sounded gentle to the ears.
Scarface Harry lied down in the captain's cabin, although the candle extinguished unknowingly, he had no intentions of lighting it again. To someone who was constantly tortured by this massive headache, this peaceful darkness offered him a little comfort. His temples were pulsing with tremendous pain, if he used his thumb to press on it, the pain would be lessen. However, by doing this, this arm muscles will ache in violent protest.
"If it was ten years ago, how would I have looked so pathetic! Luckily, we are about to return to the Bell and Mug soon."
