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Well im bored and in a writting mood so here it gos domokun

I creped in the Sant Hevena the rotted wood boreds creeking beneth my feet. My hair, matted agesnted my face do to the ever perstent fog. I ran my hands along the old wooden walls wet with sea air rotted with age. i stoped long enough to take a shaky breath. The air tasted like the sea and of age. the aged ship creeked and growend under my feet just to remined me how unstable it was. I carefuly proceded.
The captens qurtars was just a head, the door closed as tightly as if the capten was still in there. I looked at the floor. The floor was a lot more unstable here, I had to be alot more careful. I egeded along the wall careful not to step on a weak spot. The door was a lot easyer to see now my flashlight shined on the rusted hinges over to the handle.
A peace of the floor started to give way. I drew my foot back just in time, a peace of the floor about 13 in long fell though. I had to move quickly. I reached for the door handle and gave a tug, nouthing.
I tried agein, this time harder. Still nouthing. I gave one fanal pull. Bingo. I heard the hinges start to creek and pulled the door harder, Too hard. The hinges were more brittle than i thougt. they gave way and the door fell right out! I fell backwards leting go of the door which fell with a thud. This was too much for the old floor too handle. It gave way. My feet fell out from under me as i was swalowed up by the darkness.

so what do ya think! biggrin