14: Brice
Brice
Voices woke him.
Brice didn’t know how long he’d been hearing them, didn’t know where they came from. Not only voices, but noise, creeping up on him as he slept.
He must’ve slept, because it was dark now. Dots of light hung overhead, and he wondered who put them all there until he realised they were stars, that there was no light to hide them. They swung back and forth. That, or his head swayed.
The boat. He was still on the boat, still drifting in the ocean. And as he blinked, as he tried to clear his vision, another light swept over him, dimming the stars. Brightness one moment, then it was gone.
He groaned. He leaned forward. He winced. When he lifted his hand from the ground—floor, deck, whatever—it was cold and sweaty, but it came up with a stink that made hi
