When he stole the Marino, he expected it'd upset the king. He'd planned on it, actually! And, he supposed that to some extent his plan had worked. He hadn't accounted for the whole bit with Shroomses wanting him dead, though.
Now, maybe the bait had been a little obvious when a total stranger had offered to help him in his attempt to flee the kingdom. But, in his defense, he had been a little desperate at the time. He was captured within a few hours of accepting the "help", obviously.
He thinks the worst part is that he's not even dead. Maybe he's dying, he's not sure. But, at least for the time being, he's just so cold. His head's a little foggy, too. He can think just fine, and remember things, it's just hard to stay concentrated or passionate about anything.
If there's a way out, he doesn't know it. He's frozen stiff and can't move, so that's a bit of a hindrance. He also had the bad luck of getting his eyes frozen shut, so looking around isn't much of an option. And, he's pretty sure he's trapped under the Sun Altar, which he knows he's not strong enough to break out of. In all honesty, he's a bit fucked.
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He doesn't know how long it's been. He knows it's been too long. Too long for anyone to be confined alone, not even able to move. Too long for people to be alive, he's pretty sure. He thinks he might've been trapped for longer than the average lifespan. Shroomses might be dead outside. His crew might be dead. Anyone he's ever known or cared about might be dead. He doesn't have a way to check. At this point, he's not sure he cares any more.
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It's his own fault, really. If he just hadn't stolen the Marino, hadn't tried to get under Shroomses' skin, hadn't even been more than a stern and professional privateer, he wouldn't be here. He doesn't have anyone he can really blame for this except himself. Fucking damnit.
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It has to have been at least a couple centuries by now. There's faint sound above him occasionally, likely whenever some big event hits. He's had an astronomical amount of time to just think . He even got around to finally figuring out his first name! Though, it's not like it matters, since he'll never get a chance to use it.
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Thinking about it, it isn't likely he'll ever escape. It doesn't seem like he'll ever die, either. He's just trapped forever, until some world-destroying event either frees or kills him. Honestly, he'd be fine with either. As long as he can get out.
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Things are monotonous for years. They always are, trapped in an iceberg.
But, sometimes they're not. Sometimes, there's a scraping sound off to his right. Sometimes, there's just the faintest hint of light reaching his eyes, for the first time in what might even be millenia. And sometimes, just sometimes , a fire starts. And, for the first time in a long time, he starts to think things could be okay.
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