Chapter sixteen: The sharp question
Up and down. Another wave must’ve washed over the ship. I rubbed my eyes. It was harder and harder to keep them open, but falling asleep would be the worst thing I could’ve done. The possibility of escape still hung somewhere in the void of my nearest future. I yawned and stretched myself as much as the crate allowed. How long was I struggling against the sleeping shot I couldn’t tell. It could’ve been an hour since we set off as well as the whole night. I wished for the latter. The darkness all around made my attempts to win over the sleep close to impossible. Hold on, I said to myself. Just a few hours. Endless, long hours...
Some time’s passed until I jerked awake. Thin flashes of light flickered through the chinks in the wood and bounced to the floor and back. The floor itself seemed to be shifting. I felt a headache coming. I closed my eyes, slowly rubbing my forehead. At