Jakel was starting to stir. He didn't even know or realize that he was no longer on the pier. That he was on a ship far, far away from any ports. He was so weak that it wasn't even funny. He lets out a groan and tries to sit up. Hitting his head hard enough that it could be heard. Followed by a very loud ow before fell silent. When had the lid been put on the crate? It made no sense to him. He groans and calls out weakly. "Help? Hello...help?" he says in a very weak yet audible voice.