"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Heavy, ragged breathing sounded inside a bag.
A man, headbagged, looked around, his hands tied behind his back and his vision completely blocked by the bag.
All he could feel was the rough fabric pressing against his skin and the occasional wind whipping through the holes in his clothes.
"Take this fucking bag off!"
Sabbath screamed, but no one was seemingly around him to hear him, and thus, he started shaking his head, trying to shake the bag off.
Eventually, the bag came off, and the wind carried it off the railing into the beautiful blue ocean.
The bright light of the yellow wheel of fire in the sky attacked his eyes like daggers and made him shut his eyes before he could open them again.
"Ah…"
Sabbath looked around, looking ragged and malnourished, and saw that he was standing on the deck of an empty ship.
An endless expanse of water was around him, and there was seemingly no one else in sight.
"The hell?"
