Welcome to the Deep End [An AU BillDip]

Chapter 32

(A/N Alright, sorry guys! Few days late, but I procrastinated! Well, here it is. Enjoy!)

Sunlight peaked through the triangular window, I could hear loose papers shuffling in the room, being swept by the wind. I squinted, blinking slowly to adjust myself to the daylight. A fresh breeze was drafting into the room, sweeping against my face. I could hear the relaxing swish of water outside, not the regular clash of waves Like yesterday. Well, at least this was a nice wake-up call from nature.

I yawned, stretching out my muscles in order to wake myself up. Propping myself up to lean on the headboard of the bed, I looked around at my surroundings. My room was still how I left it, books astray and literally nothing in its place— err at least, that's how Bill explained it. I can't believe I was such a messy guy. I should probably clean the room, but it's not really that big of a deal, anyways. As long as I can find everything I need, right?

I realized today was my first day on the job! Practically leaping out of bed, I stumbled towards the closet, my feet thudding loudly against the wooden floor.

My fingers brushed over the pile of clothes, eyeing them with curiosity. With so many clothes to choose from, I decided to just pick something basic. I picked up a white, linen shirt and a pair of brown breeches. Breeches were a type of pants that were tight near the waist, but became looser near the knee-to-boot area. I had read about these clothes before, but I haven't tried them firsthand.

I struggled with the shirt, the many buttons were frustrating, and when I thought I had it, the buttons were misaligned. I gave up, and left it. The breeches were an easier case, there wasn't anything with buttons. It had two drawstrings to tighten the waistline and that was about it.

The change of clothes felt a lot more comfortable, luckily. The clothes I was wearing before were way too big for me for some reason. I guess I stretched them out somehow?

I pulled on a pair of leather boots that were just my size, and tucked the bottom of the pants into them. The boots were nice, with leather straps and silver buckles. Conveniently, the straps and buckles seemed to be permanently glued on, and they were probably mostly for decoration. I slipped on a nice brown vest with huge pockets on the inside. How convenient! I could keep like a... journal in here!

Eyeing the many swords and rapiers mounted on the wall, I picked the most basic-looking one. I wasn't a fan of standing out, plus the decorative ones would chip, or break easier—probably. The sword I had chosen felt heavy in my hands, it had a silver, rectangular hilt, and a long blade about the size of my arm. I won't lie, but my arm was already getting tired from holding it.

I decided to go for something lighter, picking up one a bit shorter in length. Holding the second sword in my hand had a better, fleeting feeling. Ah, that was better.

Strapping the sword at my side, I decided that I'd spent too much time dilly-dallying with what kind of clothes I was going to wear, and it was time to go meet the crew, or whatever Bill had planned for the day.

I made my way to the wooden door that led out of the room. I peeked my head out, seeing nothing but a long hallway. I don't know why I was being so cautious, but I felt uneasy. I pushed the door open, and walked out. Sure enough, there was no one there. Letting out a relieved sigh, I shut the door to my room and continued down the hallway. Each step I took left a loud creak that echoed throughout the closed space. There were many other doors besides mine that lined the corridor.

Curiously, I tried turning one of the knobs. As expected, it was locked. I could hear soft snoring on the other side, So, this hallway must be crew members rooms. I was trying to familiarize myself with the place in hopes of jogging my lost memories. It felt really unsettling to not know anything about the place I was in.