<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't long before Blake took off at a breakneck pace. 'Breakneck', because while he wasn't going particularly fast, dock workers don't really look out for people who are getting in their way, and there are plenty of things to trip over and walk into on a pier. Mallory fought to catch up to him with her significantly shorter legs.<br/><br/>"I see it," she panted as she finally reached her friend again. She had sticks and leaves in her hair from hurtling through the shrubbery. The smell of the unseen chicken wafted through the air like butts. The bear-like snoring drilled more than cut through the air, grated its way through Mal's ears and embedded itself in her brain like a chainsaw. Instantly, she felt a deep-seated hatred for this man. It was probably fueled for the hunger, and the sudden, wild urge to grab the stick near the man's head and knock him unconscious and steal all his stuff seized her. Yes, she was a true pirate! It was in her blood, even when she wasn't at sea.<br/><br/>With a finger pressed to her lips, she crept forward over the grass. Unfortunately, there were also a lot of loose sticks around, and when Mal had just about reached the sleeping man's head, she stepped on one. It snapped loudly, the man grunted, twisted, and Mal screamed and grabbed the stick near his head and jammed it downwards point first. The completely innocent man let out a horrific, pig-like squeal of pain, which only prompted Mal to scream in just as much shock and whap him repeatedly on the side of his head in an effort to stop the ruckus.<br/><br/>In the end, it worked.<br/><br/>Mal stood, panting, teary-eyed, clutching the stick with both her hands. Her knuckles were white. She threw a frantic glance at Blake, whom she had barely registered was even still there during the approximately 46 seconds of utter horror. The man was still breathing, but he wasn't moving, and the stick was a little red. The smell of the chicken worked its way back into her consciousness, and the stick was thrown carelessly aside as the bird was retrieved from its basket. Mallory practically snarled as she bit into the chicken, grease dripping down her cheek as she stumbled towards Blake with it.</div></div>