The Ballad of adewew Part Seven

Rain lashed down around vbnhjk, cutting through the blankets that covered him like knives through paper. Before long he was soaked to the bone and started to shiver violently, his bald head slick with rain. Throwing aside the blankets he stumbled to the back of the boat then threw his arms open to the elements. Wind howled around him and in the far distance lightning flashed in the dark sky. The water pummelled him, cleaning the blood and grime  from his body until he could take it no longer. Slipping in the pool of blood, sand and water that had collected at his feet he made his way back to the front. It was a downhill walk, the heavy crates weighing the front down and, from the way the rear was raised into the air, was probably unstable.

The rust of the ships deck helped his feet to gain traction against the slick that covered the boat and njbhgu was able to make it back to the boat in one piece, not matter how bedraggled and full of internal bleeding it was. jnuhb finished his journey back by slumping against a crate and pulling a wet blanket over his head in an attempt to keep some of the rain off. It did very little but muted some of the constant tattoo the torrential downpour was drumming against the boat. In the muted cavern he had created jmnuh got a chance to think. What now? No civilisation had been visible in the time he could consciously remember. There was no way he could possibly set out into the desert and, since the boat carried supplies, it seemed best to continue downstream. Supplies. Why were there supplies, yet no people? Where was the crew and captain? There were plenty of blankets in this crate alone. Food had been plentiful, if the people aboard the ship were going to leave the boat and set off they would have at least stocked up on food.

juhi pushed his head out of the sodden blanket. He couldn't see past the tip of the boat but that was all he needed. It was a relatively small boat. The maximum crew required would be two, three people. Why so much food? A long trip? But the blankets. There was no need for an entire chest of blankets for only three people. No need. The matter could wait until tommorow, when he would continue his river journey and take stock of what he had. The constant rain and throbbing of his head eventually lulled him into a near comotose state and he drifted off into darkness.

What happens next is up to you...

Part one:http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew.html
Part two:http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-two.html
Part three:http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-three.html
Part four:http://reinforcenegativeaspects.blogspot.com/2011/05/very-little-point.html
Part five:http://at-of-a-wm.blogspot.com/2011/05/ballad-of-adewew-part-five.html
Part six:http://cashthisshit.blogspot.com/2011/05/tale-of-adewew-part-six.html

Short/late post today. Sorry I've had it open but haven't been able to bring myself to type it. I have what I consider a pretty good idea so before someone responds could we chitchat tomororow? Cheers.

David