What he felt when he woke up was pain, the muscles in his chest and stomach. It wasn’t anything too bad, nothing that some rest wouldn’t fix but that didn’t help the pain he was in right now. His chest and stomach heavily bruised, his hands and arms stung from the rope burn that hurt his hands, and most of all his head hurt.
It was a dull steady pain, that he just couldn’t ignore. It was the kind of pain that he just couldn’t stand.
When he woke up he was alone in an unfamiliar room, his eyes slowly opening as he made himself sit up and look around quickly noticing that he didn’t recognise anything. The last thing he remembered was falling into the ocean, he thought that he was going to die.
Maybe he did. Was he in heaven? Hell? He felt like he was too sore to be dead.
Maybe someone found him.
He only looked around for a second before he pulled himself to his feet only stumbling slightly before he was off sneaking out of the door a small yawn leaving his lips. Living on a ship was perfect for him, working in the mines as a child had led to him hating being inside. He liked to be outdoors, in nature, no matter the weather. Sometimes out at sea when the weather wasn’t too bad, when it wasn’t too hot or too cold, he would sleep outside on the starboard with blankets under his back and the stars in his eyes.
It was perfect to him, the only way to make it better in his mind was to spend the night with a beautiful lady, especially a nude one.
He was a simple person after all.
It wasn’t difficult for him to leave, even as he walked out barefoot, he wasn’t all that bothered that he was barefoot. It didn’t matter to him that save for a pair of pants someone must have changed him into he was mostly nude. His bare chest on full display for anyone that looked. Not much was important enough to keep him from going out. The moment he stepped outside, and he felt the warm rays of the sun on his body he felt revitalised, his spirits lifting. He always loved being ou