The haze in his mind is thicker than ever, a dense fog enfolding him like the walls of the ship; seeing through it, thinking through it, is becoming harder and harder.
But words like order exist on either side of the fog, and mean the same thing.
He has his orders.
"Part of the crew," he mumbles, clouded eyes fixed on the Navy man. "Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew --"
The Navy man's saying something else. He doesn't hear it. His own voice is rising from a querulous mutter to a hoarse shout.
"Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship -- All hands! Prisoner escape!"
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The haze in his mind is thicker than ever, a dense fog enfolding him like the walls of the ship; seeing through it, thinking through it, is becoming harder and harder.
But words like order exist on either side of the fog, and mean the same thing.
He has his orders.
"Part of the crew," he mumbles, clouded eyes fixed on the Navy man. "Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship, part of the crew --"
The Navy man's saying something else. He doesn't hear it. His own voice is rising from a querulous mutter to a hoarse shout.
"Part of the ship, part of the crew. Part of the ship -- All hands! Prisoner escape!"