Hide under the docks

You glance over to where a large group of goods are sitting, waiting to be loaded onto the ship. Swiftly, you hide behind them and jump down, to hide under the wooden planks of the docks. A heavy sigh of relief escapes your lips as you lie there in the soft, cool mud. After what seems like forever, your heart rate slows down, and you slowly start to drift asleep in the cool, sea breeze.

You shake your head to re-awaken yourself. There's no real resting until at least night, when you feel you can safetly flee and find a better place to hide from those men. You rub your hands in a small pool of water the tide has formed and try and clean the mud, dirt and blood from your hands.

Without warning, however, three figures jump down in front of you. Shit. Someone must have seen you hide and pointed you out. Frantically, you look for a way to escape, but none present themselves as they approach you. One grabs you forceably by the wrist and pulls you towards him while another wraps an arm from behind you and smothers your face with some sort of cloth.

Things start to get blurry and everything goes dark.