He could hear the cries of seabirds.  Feel a gentle rocking motion.  Something had changed, then.  How many days had he been asleep, purging the nightmares from his system.  Well, there was no way he could sleep any more.  He was in a ship, sailing South, and that was that.  This is where they'd put him - quite benevolent, really, he'd expected worse - and since he could no more go back to sleep than fly, he'd have to make the best of it.  Was he here as a bribe, or simply a way to get him out of the way.<br/><br/>He rubbed at the stubble on his chin.  He must have been kept drugged for at least a week.  Well, if this was a cruise-ship, at least he could get regular showers, get some meat on his scrawny bones.<br/><br/>First move - get to the bathroom.  Then...<br/><br/>But when he stood up, his legs, not having been used for a week, let him down.  An agonizing pain shot through them, and he fell backwards, allowing the bunk to break his fall.<br/><br/>It would take some time to get back to physical normality, he guessed.  Emotionally normality?  That would be a far longer ride...