[The crew quarters of the Oargy are cramped, sometimes a bit smelly, and always a little noisy, and there are plenty of reasons why someone might be woken up in the middle of the night. This time, though, it's the old favourite: a bad dream.
Truthfully, though, Anders doesn't even remember it now that he's awake. He might have just rolled over and gone back to sleep, if not for the sound of rain pattering against the deck of the ship. He glances around to make sure he hasn't woken anyone else yet, and then carefully lowers himself to the floor, trying to move as quietly as possible. It helps that he isn't wearing boots, but only once he's out of the room does he relax again.
He heads up on the deck; it's cold, but he doesn't particularly care. It doesn't worry him that his sleepwear is getting wet, either. Rain always makes him smile, and he simply heads for the railing, to lean against it and stare out towards the empty ocean. It's nice; it's quiet. It's the kind of weather you can never experience while locked inside an old tower, and that might be years ago, but he still has no intention of missing this now.]
on the deck, at night
Truthfully, though, Anders doesn't even remember it now that he's awake. He might have just rolled over and gone back to sleep, if not for the sound of rain pattering against the deck of the ship. He glances around to make sure he hasn't woken anyone else yet, and then carefully lowers himself to the floor, trying to move as quietly as possible. It helps that he isn't wearing boots, but only once he's out of the room does he relax again.
He heads up on the deck; it's cold, but he doesn't particularly care. It doesn't worry him that his sleepwear is getting wet, either. Rain always makes him smile, and he simply heads for the railing, to lean against it and stare out towards the empty ocean. It's nice; it's quiet. It's the kind of weather you can never experience while locked inside an old tower, and that might be years ago, but he still has no intention of missing this now.]