Drip. Drop. Drip. The sound of a rushing river surrounded him. Soon, he was swimming. That dripping sound was overwhelmed by the rushing river he was now floating in. There seemed to be nothing to worry about, it felt like all his worries were relieved. Finn let out a sigh as he moved with the water's current. The creaking of a frigate caught his ear. He treaded the water to watch it pass by. It was far off, he saw the boat in its entirety. The newly sewn canvas sails flapped in the breeze.
Finn smiled as he watched it, thinking about sailing and his crew. Suddenly, the frigate cracked in half and sank to the bottom of the river. His breath shortened as he saw it quickly sink down. He tried to close his eyes, but another ship floated by him. Finn waited until the sound of the boat passing was gone. Another loud crack, he switched his attention back on the boat. But it was gone, it followed the previous one to the bottom. The water that surrounded him became rough and creeped closer to his face. It spilled over into his mouth as he coughed. It tasted of spiced rum.
The rum kept coming, so much so Finn began to drown. He splashed and fought it, but he ended up sinking like the two ships. Reaching out for the surface, but couldn't feel the air. Finn was slowly falling to the bottom. He heard his heart beat slower and slower, until his feet touched the floor.
As quickly as the river came, it was gone. Now he was in a dry desert. His heart beat returned and raced. He was in an abyss of nothingness. No sound could be heard, no sound could be spoke. Finn tried to scream —
— He arose in his bunk, dripping in sweat. Finn pushed his feet over the side and touched the floor. Attempting to catch his breath, the man climbed down the ladder and two flights of stairs to get fresh air. He stepped outside and looked up to the sky. It was a full moon, he admired it as he struck a match and lit the sigg he brought down with him. Finn took a long drag. He thought about his dream; the sailor shook his head and took another inhale through the sigg to relax. Now the sigg had come to its end, he tapped out the flame.
The man headed back inside and passed the bar that was on the first floor of where the crew's bunks were in Regalia. Finn eyed the barrel that he knew contained what he longed for. He licked his lips and headed toward it. The man stood over it like a dog begging for scraps. Finn shook his head to himself and headed upstairs, back to bed.
