Donta heard a dull thud reverberate through the hull as something crashed into it. He realized his hand was clearly visible and yanked it off the banister support, nearly falling off the ship. He slipped, clamored and scraped across the wooden hull trying to get a grip, then fell down to catch himself on the open porthole below. Pulling himself through, he rolled and landed in the cargo hold with a huff, making a-lot of noise in the process.<br/><br/>It smelled in here. Like gunpowder and rum. Pulling his weapon from behind his back he creeped forward his eyes taking in everything he could. He noticed some wooden beams were carved in an odd and intricate way but he didn't think it was important. He inched along until he heard a squeak and a hiss behind him.<br/><br/>He spun around and saw the most hideous creature. It stood on a beam above his head, a small furry thing, with a long, pink, naked tail. A long snout with sharp teeth and beady red eyes. The thing sent shivers up his back and it hissed at him again, getting ready to pounce. Donta panicked and swung his blade, turning it sideways at the last moment to hit it with the flat bone in case it was someone pet or something.. The thing flew across the cargo hold, hit a wall with a sickening thud, then fell and landed on a barrel. There was an odd splash sound when he noticed the lid to the barrel had flipped over when the rat had landed on it, depositing the creature inside to drown in it's contents.<br/><br/>Donta inced closer to the barrel and poked it with his blade. It didn't move nor did he hear anything from inside. He dared to lift the lid and held his nose to find the dead rat floating in that same golden liquid as he encountered before. The barrel was labelled "RUM". Donta simply replaced the lid, twisted it to seal it again and jammed a nearby spigot into the slot in the lid. Hopefully no one would notice the 'extra ingredient'.<br/><br/>He continued to wander about the hold. Boxes littered the place, full of dust and a musky smell filled the room. Barrels labeled 'Gunpowder' stacked against the wall reeked of it. Donta opened a nearby box and found weapons. A few cutlass', a pistol, a Rapier even. He lifted the pistol out of the box and became excited as he recognized the weapon. It was just as described in the soggy books he read before. Before he knew what he was doing, he had a funnel in the barrel and was tapping in some gunpowder and  then dropped a lead ball inside. Setting the fuse into the trigger mechanism, the weapon was now ready to fire.<br/><br/>He wondered how it worked but had little time to do so as his claw grasped the trigger, he was just lucky he had it pointed upward and lucky the burning gunpowder out of the end of the pistol didn't set off the several hundred pounds of gunpowder around him. There was a deafening bang, the room lit up like a firework as he had stuffed in way too much powder, and a sizable hole appeared in the ceiling of the cargo hold, and the floor of the captain's quarters which he just happened to be directly under.<br/><br/>"Oh wow." he muttered, "Oops. That's how they work." smoke began to fill the small room and he started to cough. His skin was drying out because of the powder in the room and he began to feel weak. Stumbling out of the room he coughed and coughed, but ended up falling to the floor, his weapon clattering beside him. The port hole he came through was on the far end of the hold near the bow and he would never make it. He thought he heard footsteps but he wasn't sure. He started crawling, dragging his weapon along but found it very hard to breathe.