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Without warning, Bill suddenly was not in his cell anymore... and he was on a... ship? And onto the ground now. Donk! He had fallen. The ground was cold.. like metal, but.. it was thinly carpeted. And he felt... sore. Okay, so he has a physical body. Check. Standing up, he saw Stanford. He fell back in fright, scooting across the ground until shortly hitting a barrier. He looked up. Stanley. He sat still for a while.. maybe 5 minutes, maybe 30. It could have been an hour. He was too afraid to move. If he did, maybe they'd stur. But they both layed still.. with breaths lifting their chests and exhaling through their mouths. Bill appeared to be on a ship, specifically in the sleeping quarters. Moonlight scattered across the walls. The name "Stan-O-War" popped into his mind. He hated that he remembered Sixer's rants. In fact, the more that he sat here staring at him, the less frightened he felt. He felt upset. He felt anger. Leaning on a storage rack was a fishing spear. He knew what he had to do. Slowly, he worked the long spear down from its upward position and into his small hands. He was barely able to hold the weight of it, but he couldn't risk dragging it across the room. Too much noise. He began to shake.. and even sweat? He felt hot. A beat pulsated throughout his body as he maneuvered the spear closer.. and closer.. and closer to the old man's throat. This was it. The end. Finally. He had no thoughts... no plans... beyond this single action of killing the one person he thought he hated most. And then Stanford stirred. Just an extra deep in-hale and a strong gulp.. pushing his throat closer to the head of the spear. Bill had tensed up, watching closely every muscle of Ford's face move... and he continued to watch until he could no longer hold the spear. He gently dropped the tip to rest on Ford's bed. When he put the spear down... there was a sense of relief. It confused him. He couldn't look at Ford any longer. He walked outside the cabin.
A slight breeze greeted him. The cold felt clarifying. The ocean was calm... he felt calm. Beyond the boat was a sea of seemingly infinite darkness. The sound of the waves soothed the pounding of his mind. The boat rocked on the waves..up... and down.. up and down... up ...And then... donk! Donk ... donk ...donkdonkdonk. The sound of a spear hitting and rolling on the floor was heard from within the cabin. Without hesitation, Bill flopped into the void below.. Splash! He began to drift away from the Stan-O-War II.. and he drifted further.. and further away.. disappearing into the blackness.
"Stanford!?"
"Go back to sleep. A fishing spear just tipped over."
"Stanford..."
"Mmmmm what is it.."
"I had a dream about Bill."