Captivate Me

Every rock of the boat sends waves of pain through me making my stomach turn. The crisp, salty air does nothing to ease the burning where the blood has clotted beneath my skin. The one eye I am able to open is of no use in the blackness of the night. Clouds race across the sky covering the moon and stars blocking me from the heavens and any semblance of light.
The crashing of waves on the receding shore line, the whimpers of women and children, and the grunts and curses of the Norse giants around me are enhanced because of my lack of sight and the pounding in my head. I flex my wrists. Painfully aware of the coarse, wet rope pinching them together.
Scrapping of oars in their ports stirs in the back of my mind making me register that with each second that passes I am moving further and further away from home.