Storm and Silence (FANFIC)

21. Dig Locken Sack.

Days had passed. I was still stuck in Africa with the son of a bachelor and Karim, and I didn't know when I was gong back home, nor did I know what to do when I did. Aunt Brank would definitely chop my head off as soon as I entered the house, I knew that for sure. I'd lived under her roof for years, and I knew most of what she was capable of.

The canal was still under way and still being built everyday. But what the rich prick wanted wasn't up to the labourers standards. They all worked relatively slowly, with less collapses occurring than when I had first arrived here. I wondered what to do about it all. I wondered if I should go down there in the middle of the night and lend a secret helping hand or not. Then again, I didn't really know much of how to work more than half of the items to be used to build the canal. Of course, I could use a shovel but... But nothing! A voice said in my head. A simple shovel to dig farther out to where the canal should go is enough! And I realised that it technically was right. Should I go now though? It was definitely dark, and I did not think that I would be able to see much of anything, even if my eyes grew adjusted to the night.

Well I cannot sleep. I don't feel anywhere near tired, and I have nothing better to do, so why not? And so I left the ship and made my way as quietly as I could into the canal.

Everything was hardly visible. I didn't know how to get to the bottom of my canal, seeing that there were no stairs. How unfortunate.

But the canal walls seemed to be slanted... It wouldn't hurt to go down the slanted walls, would it? No, probably not. And so I carefully began to make my way down the walls of the canal. Step after step I took and within a short while, I made it to the bottom of the canal. All I could do was thank god that there was no water in it. I looked around and found hardly much to look at. Only because it was dark. I looked up and tried to figure out how I was supposed to get back up. I figured that I had to scale the wall, sighed, and turned back around.

What now? I had reached my destination, but it was too dark to see much of anything. I doubted I'd be able to dig away the canal, let alone walk to the wall that was not acting like a barrier from the sea. Maybe this had been a bad idea... Nonsense! You are here now, are you not? If so, then you might as well continue with your mission!

Well, if I insist...

I walked over to my right, hand on the wall, fingers brushing over little bumps, cuts and edges. I had a feeling that I had been at the near beginning of that canal and that I would have to walk for an awful long time to reach the other side. I put my other hand out in front of me and continued walking, waiting for another wall to reach my fingertips.

After ten minutes (or so) of walking, my fingers touched something hard and jagged. I pressed my entire palm against the wall and came across more edges and bumps of it. It felt... Strangely calming. I removed my hand, shaking my head. Nonsense. Rocks can't calm people.

I lightly brushed my hands together to remove any dust and dirt that had been there. Then I started moving my feet, hoping that I'd come across a shovel, or at least something to dig with. And then I stubbed my toe.

I clapped one hand over my mouth as the other grabbed my foot and I hopped around like that, trying not to scream.

Well at least I'd found a shovel.

When the pain had subsided, I put my foot down and used the other to find the shovel, yet a little more gently. My foot prodded against something and I bent down to pick it up. This darkness was as if I had no eyesight! Why must it be so utterly dark? I grabbed a stick and held it up to the sky, which was vaguely lighter than the ground. The shape of the stick.. Wasn't exactly a stick. It had a strange U-shape to it on one end and nothing on the other.