01-23-2025, 12:12 AM
Images burned into his memory. Viktor can feel them, touch them, taste them. They stick in his teeth and in his mind. They're so real, at least for these last few moments. The mainsail. The bow. The faces of his crew, battered and bloody, bodies falling all around. Viktor can taste the gunpowder, feel the grime and salt coating his skin. Everything is real, and then none of it is. Searing pain filling his system, overloading it.
Everything.
Nothing.
Like a circuit overloaded, he shorts out. Viktor is everything, and then he too, is nothing. Only the waves buffeting his body. A feeling that never stops, never goes away. By the time his eyes open once more, the captain's point of view is... different. Strange. Every bit of him feels strange, though he still floats in the sea. How long had he been in the water like this? Righting himself in the shallows, Viktor still finds himself spitting blood.
Head swimming, it's hard to assess his situation like this. With only the icy water lapping at his ankles to ground him, it seemed Viktor had absolutely no idea what he was in for.
Everything.
Nothing.
Like a circuit overloaded, he shorts out. Viktor is everything, and then he too, is nothing. Only the waves buffeting his body. A feeling that never stops, never goes away. By the time his eyes open once more, the captain's point of view is... different. Strange. Every bit of him feels strange, though he still floats in the sea. How long had he been in the water like this? Righting himself in the shallows, Viktor still finds himself spitting blood.
Head swimming, it's hard to assess his situation like this. With only the icy water lapping at his ankles to ground him, it seemed Viktor had absolutely no idea what he was in for.
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