When the Lights Go Out: MAN OF MEDAN [The Dark Pictures Anthology]

viii. the rusty freighter

And just like that I was back in the Duke. The waves have calmed down a bit but you can tell that the storm could get heavier soon. We needed a better shelter than the boat and the ship was looking like a good candidate. But I don't think we'll be any safer with these three goons holding us captive.

This is so ridiculous. All of this. We outnumber them but why do they have to have the upper hand? I mean, we have three guys too, and man oh man, Alex is very buff. Fliss looks like a badass too and I'm pretty sure Julia and I are a great addition to the team.

"La porte! La porte!" Danny shouted as he pointed at a door. "Vite! La porte!" Olson then drove closer to where the door was.

It amazed me that I understood what Danny had said. At least those damned French classes paid off.

I was having a proud moment when it was suddenly cut short when Olson spoke to Junior in French and I couldn't understand them again. Turns out I only remembered the basic words.

Fucking languages, I tell ya.

I wanted to focus on the matter at hand but my mind kept on slipping to what the Curator had said earlier.

"Everyone's still alive..."

What was he talking about? I guess it was just nothing but then again, nothing is "nothing" when it comes to the Curator. If so, then who could've died? Conrad? Well I guess I could see why, especially with how impulsive and immature that bastard was. He could've done something that could have led to his own, and possibly others', death.

That would've been the last thing I'd want to witness.

Then all of a sudden, Danny jumped to the ladder leading to the door. I guess this is really it. Into the ship we must go.

Which brings me back to my point way back before the Curator had pulled me from the tension here at the Duke: How is this monstrous ship still floating? I mean, it's obvious it's very old and rusty. I know I'm not an expert in physics, but it should've sunk a long while ago, right? Given this ship was probably a warship or something from the 40s. Or maybe I'm just a plebeian who doesn't know anything about physics or ships. That sounds about right.

"Fuck." Fliss whispered, looking at Junior and what he was holding. I had no clue of what it was so I asked her and she answered, "It's the fucking distributor cap. We can't go anywhere without it."

Olson gestures for us to go and follow Danny and we were about to jump in when I asked Olson if we could at least wear some slippers and he was kind enough to let us. I'm kind of surprised though. I just really had to ask because the probability of us dying with all kinds of infection in the ship is higher than being shot by them.

Once I had a proper look on the inside of the ship, I mentally cursed as well. What in the fucking hell are we getting ourselves into? I just immediately wanted to back out and go back to the Duke of Milan than to be here. This place is gross!

"Ah. Nope. No thanks." Said Conrad.

The others grabbed on the railing and looked even further down below. I could see the disgust in their faces and decided to myself that I wouldn't look down. I don't wanna see more of this, this view up here is enough.

Anyway, what's the fog about? Never mind that.

As we were walking on by, I never took my eyes off Conrad. I took note of his every single move. It was very dark but I could clearly see every little detail in his back. He will never leave my sight ever again. I know this isn't healthy for me, but I don't care anymore. He has to stay alive, no matter what happens.