Turns out things aren't exactly worse, but I don't know if I can say that this is better.
I mean I'm no longer in my desperate situation of dying unceremoniously at sea, but my hosts could've at least offered me a blanket let alone a new pair of clothes.
At least they had the common curtesy to throw me into my very own private room. I mean, it's a little small, but hey, at least the walls aren't trying to close in on me, yet (fuck I miss my meds already), and the constant creaking serves as today's top choice for ASMR.
Well, I might as well make myself comfortable.
No point keeping these clothes on. I know this isn't the pleasure district and stripper night isn't a thing to these sea dogs, but hey, internet says cold soggy clothes can kill you. Not to mention how heavy they're feeling right now. Thank the gods that my hoodie isn't my second skin, because literally peeling off my hoodie feels like I tearing off a layer of my body. Jeez, talking about getting dark here.
Finally, getting the stupid thing off of me. It doesn't take long for me to know why it took so long: I dunno what I did before I ended up in the ocean, nearly sent to Davy's Locker, but I know that a a dark grey short sleeve hoodie cannot magically transform into some fancy red robe. I'll admit the the golden ornaments go hard, but WHAT THE FUCK DID I SMOKE, DRINK, OR BANG TO SCORE THIS?!
"So that's the catch huh?" Fuck my voice is cracking. Not to mention my hands look like they got stung by a bee on steroids. "I just took over some random dead guy in the water that happens to be some rich playboy or something. And now these guys are just gonna... what...? Sell me off on the black market? And how the fuck did I even end up with some weird ass turtle necklace?!"
My fist slams against the hull before sliding down against the wall feeling fear's raw and overpowering presence hovering over me.
I'm such a fucking loser! FUCK! All this is my fault! I'm in... I'm in purgatory... there's no other explanation...
"I'm such a fucking cockbite! Cockbite! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
It doesn't take long for the floodgates to burst out. I can't believe I held out as long as I did keeping the dam together. I'm pretty sure anyone seeing me will just confirm how much of a fucking unlucky loser I am, but I like to see them try keeping that stiff upper lip after everything that happened.
Nearly drowning, big booms, blood and guts, and now locked up with nothing but walls, a ceiling, no door the fucking smell.
If anyone can keep calm and carry on after all that, then I'll take the L and give them the gold.
On the bright side, my body's feeling number and a little dizzy. Hopefully, it'll be a start to render me KIA and maybe, just maybe reverse-isekai myself.
If it doesn't. Well I'll cross that bridge if I get there.
I just wish my thoughts weren't such the callous dicks they are. I know, deep down the chances of escaping purgatory are slim, but they're better than none, so they can fuck off once the KO kicks in at least.
But before the void take me to parts unknown, a crisp shredding startles me, just a little, before actual people trespass into my safe space. I couldn't feel relieved, because I'm still sane enough that this is too good to be true.
However, I guess I can thank my imagination for providing me the small comfort of me glimpsing a tall slender woman with a powerful aura with her sidekick not far behind. You know, every dommy mommy villain ever that dudes would be begging to be under the heel on.
Good thing I feel dizzy enough to let the void swallow my sight whole before a faint thud reaches my ears.
Just… my… luck…