You face the consequences of your participation in the battle against the pirates.

You spend the next two days in an extremely unpleasant state. You have a vague sense of reality. Hot flashes. Your body experiences cramps and painful spasms. Pain in bleeding wounds. Vague, intermittent dreams that look like delirium.

Sometimes you come to consciousness. You may realize that you are lying on your bed in your cabin. You hear the sounds of footsteps and phrases from the conversations of persons who are near you.

“Get the **** solution into the cabin! Hurry up, Malcolm! Get it in the galley in the gray cabinet! This guy will be very lucky if he doesn’t develop gangrene... I need to give orders regarding the rest of the wounded... Act in accordance with my instructions...” - this voice is similar to the voice of Captain Gregor.

Soon you feel a burning pain due to the liquid pouring onto your wounds. You let out a moan. Your eyes scan the surrounding area of your cabin. You see only vague silhouettes. Your medical condition is likely to have a temporary negative impact on your vision... You feel severe nausea and pain.

A new attack of burning pain...

Another attack of hellish pain...

You can't stand it. It feels like ****.

You fall into oblivion again.

After some time you regain consciousness. It is not clear how much time has passed. One hour? Few hours? Or all day?

“Are there any more bandages? I only had enough bandages to bandage his wound on his left hand...” - you recognize the deep voice of the half-orc Oolok.

"Wait! The wound on the left leg is too deep! You must first carefully stitch up the edges of the wound. I have a needle and thread...” - an unfamiliar voice. It looks like it's one of the sailors.

After a couple of moments, the metal penetrates your flesh near the edges of the wound on your leg. You yelp in pain. But it doesn't stop. Over and over again the metal of the needle pierces your flesh.

“Put that rag in his mouth! His screams are disturbing...” says the sailor.

After these words, some kind of fabric is shoved into your mouth, which was gaping due to a cry of pain. As a result, you cannot make any sounds other than an indistinct, quiet moo.

But the pain did not disappear. You feel like an animal in a slaughterhouse being tormented by some cruel butcher. The butcher cuts the animal again and again. Instead of a quick killing blow from a knife blade, this butcher cuts the most sensitive pieces of the animal's flesh in such a way as to cause the longest possible torment.

You pass out again due to pain.

Vague images of your past appear in your painful mind: childhood, communication with your mother, work in a tavern. Then these images are swallowed up by darkness...

New images emerge that are riddled with debilitating anxiety and paralyzing fear. A burning tavern and the blade of a silver dagger in a pile of ash. Gloomy night streets of the city of Skelweerd. The majestic library building, over which thunderclouds are gathering. The dark silhouette of a sinister stalker who is trying to kill you.

Then everything disappears.

Again empty endless darkness...

Gradually this darkness is changing...

It's as if this darkness is starting to move...

It looks like the splashing of small waves...

The darkness becomes the endless expanse of the sea, which stretches to the horizon...

It seems to you that you are floating among the cold sea waves.

You are all alone. You don't know where you need to go. But you continue to swim.

The cold grips your limbs more and more. You continue to move despite the depressing feeling of hopelessness...

The sea water begins to gradually change... The water turns red... Now it is blood...

You feel a growing horror...

Someone grabs your leg...

Are you trying to resist...

You struggle to free your leg and continue swimming.

Suddenly you notice something strange.

Several silhouettes emerge from the water.

You see the faces of these persons. They are swimming towards you. They surround you.

These are pirates who attacked your ship. Their faces look like the faces of the dead. Cut flesh, empty eye sockets, bleeding wounds, broken skulls... You recognize these faces. These are the pirates whose **** you saw with your own eyes. You killed some of them with your own hands.

The vile bodies of the dead surround you. They are getting closer and closer to you. You have difficulty staying on the water. Although now this substance can hardly be called water.

**** is inexorably approaching you... There is nowhere to run... There is no salvation... You are doomed...

The moment the bloody and wounded hands of the dead grab your throat, you wake up.

You are lying on the bed and your body is covered with a lot of sweat. You are breathing heavily.

You think: “This crazy nightmare is over...”

Your gaze notices a person sitting on a chair near your bed. This is the captain of this ship.

He says, “Your wounds have been treated. If you’re lucky, your body will cope and the wounds will heal within a month.”

You feel a twinge of thirst and you swallow the lump in your throat. The captain notices this, he takes a small flask from the table and hands the flask to you. You are drinking. Plain water.

Captain Gregor looks at your wounded body and continues to speak in a hoarse voice: “You and your strange companions... A half-orc who looks like a robber... Human, who can turn into a huge wolf-like monster... Tomorrow morning our ship will arrive at the harbor of the elven city of Tior-Faen. I could report you to the representatives of the elven authorities in the city of Tior-Faen... But I will not do this ... "

You look blankly into the captain's eyes.

He goes on to say, “I know how to be grateful. Your monster friend helped my crew fight off a surprise pirate attack. I'm not sure that without the help of this... "creature" we would have been able to successfully fight back against the fucking pirate scums. Besides, I saw how you yourself risked your life and fought with pirates on the deck... You had other options for behavior: you could have tried to escape or you could have tried to hide... But you chose to help me and my crew in the battle. Therefore, neither I nor anyone from my team will say anything about the “secrets” of your group to the city guards of the city of Tior-Faen..."

You glance at the next bed. Franz lies on this bed in an **** state. He makes weak moans. However, you notice that his wounds (as well as yours) have been treated and bandaged.

You look at the captain again and you say: “Thank you, sir...”

The captain interrupts you and grumpily says: “Don’t waste unnecessary words! I did you a favor in gratitude for your help. This ends our relationship. Soon the ship will arrive at the elven port and your strange group will leave the ship. I hope I don't see you again. Your group is like a collection of persons who create problems for themselves and for all normal persons around..."

Having said these words, Captain Gregor leaves your cabin, loudly slamming the wooden door.

After a while you fall asleep again.