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——————————— The Sounds of Horror and Clicks of My Past ———————————
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When Liñara lifted her head again she felt cold and slightly wet. She heard a loud ringing, her brain rattling around in her head like a clapper in a bell.
She raised her hand to the back of her head only to bring it back and see crimson blood on her fingers she rubbed it off onto her dress.
Her ears were still ringing but she managed to take a look at her surroundings. She was on the wall. The boat had flipped onto its side. The crew, her owners, Inej. They had left her to die. She had lost her first and only best friend.
Liñara didn't know what to do anymore, she was young and alone, but before her mind could even start to comprehend her predicament, she was immediately slammed into the wall of the boat. Falling into a deep, dark unconsciousness.
Liñara woke up once again this time she was freezing. She glanced around, her ears still had the harsh booming sound echoing throughout them.
She was able to figure out she was in water barely gripping onto a piece of splintering wood from the destroyed boat. She used what little strength she had left to pull herself on top of the slab of wood before the world went bleak once again.
When Liñara woke up for the third time it took her mind moments longer to process her smoggy surroundings. All she knew was that she was on ground again, solid, hard, sunless ground.
She smelt the dirty water that had long loomed around her, the pungent stench of sulfur and salt, as well as a faint odor of ostentatious, expensive tobacco, but the strongest scent had to be the odorous stink of smoke.
