[M] Don't drink and drive

Alexander Collins · 02-07-2011, 01:06 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language, drug usage, strong violence, or strong sexual content starting with the #th post. Reader discretion is advised.

Word Count: 1413
Back-date: 06.02.2011 - 9.30 pm
Sorry for the huge starter post. Feel free to write a short reply;most of this is just setting up the scenario :3

A furred, light grey hand pushed against the wall of on coming wind, rising to shield his eyes from the raging storm. Again and again he kept pushing his way through the storm, his tall, light form facing the brunt of the oncoming weather; his eyes still remained squinted, for his hand could only provide little cover. Taking a step forward his leg disappeared into the quickly forming layer of deep snow. He kept pushing down until he felt solid ground beneath his foot, then he took another step, pushing his way forward at a slow pace.

His free hand reached to the rope that slung over his shoulder, closing his hands around it he hitched it back up his shoulders to a more secure position; he didn’t want to loose his precious cargo now did he? The rope was tightly tied around a large-ish crate which contained all of collected booze; he’d been dragging the load along with him ever since he had left his home. Destruction had fallen upon his previous home in the form of a snowstorm, the one he now found himself trekking through.

Once satisfied that he had his cargo secured he carried on, a light cough of a throat being cleared was followed up by singing. “OOOHHH. What’ll ya doo width and drunken sailord” he sang out, the sound became distorted by the wind and the slurring of the lyrics but carried a fair tune. He frowned with irritation; the damn wind was going to ruin his fun! Throwing his head back in challenge of the wind he screamed out, “Wat’ll yoo doo width a drunker failoor erdly in the shmorning”.

His song carried above the winds better, but was a torture to any sensitive ears as it fell badly out of tune. A huge smile radiated from him, no snowstorm could stop him. Harsh, throaty chuckles came from the male at his success to conquer the wind. He shouted out a gumble of slurred words in celebration, throwing his arms into the air to take a guts pose. Yet, the movement of his arms threw him of balance, sending him into the snow.

It took a few moments for his mind to catch up to what had happened and when it did he let out silent laughter; the sound being drowned out by the winds. Now covered in snow, the male rose unsteadily to his feet; he managed to sway his way forward a few steps and fell against a tree for support. Around him, landscapes span and swirled, leaning over he threw up into the snow, allowing himself a few minutes to recover. Maybe he had over done it on the drinks? Considering the idea for a few seconds he concluded that he simply hadn’t eaten enough. Surely he was not drunk.

Twisting he slumped against the tree, his hand digging into his bag reaching for his flask. In a quick motion he had the lid of and took a few sips from the container; the liquid contents burnt down his throat and warmed him up. Smiling with satisfaction he pushed the flask back into it’s place and fastened his bag.

“Put him in the longboat till he gets sober, Put him in the longboat till he gets sober, Put him in the longboat till he gets sober” he continued, this time more in tune and for no reason he found the repetitive line in the song hilarious and burst into another fit of laughter.

Recovering quickly he looked up; everything looked the same, white and dead. Gloomy and dark. He had no idea where he was; just that he had to walk in this general direction to find her. “Whoah!” his foot skidded on a layer of ice under the snow, sending him back into the white slush, a sharp yelp broke screeched out from him as he landed on his tail hard. “Mother fucking bastard of a donkey’s whore! SHIT!” he punched the ground in frustration and then attempted to get back onto his feet.

At first he struggled; the wind was strong and kept throwing him of balance and back into the snow. On his third attempt he was finally back to standing, he would fall, he would keep going to find her. His determination never faulted and to lighten the mood he continued to sing to himself. “Hi ho and up she rises, hi ho and up she rises, Hi ho and up she rises early in the morning...........”

Memories of the past had been haunting him since he left for home and they only got worse when he had returned to his old lands. He was to find her, but would she accept him ever though he hasn’t accomplished anything in life? All he was, was a drunk and a gambler. But he hoped nethertheless that she would accept him, he was he older brother after all.

“Put him in the bilge and make him drink it”
“Put ‘im in de biral an malke ‘im drin it”
“Puuuk ‘im indie bile anke ‘im drill it”

The lyrics of his song were starting to slurr and change, the world around him spinning once again. His stomach ached and sent jabs of pain through him, but he stopped himself from being sick again. He ran a hand across his face, wipping of the snow which was sticking to it, his eyes picked something up and he looked down at his hand. Written poorly upon it in some marker was ‘Shattered coast – 25.02.11’ his brows drew together in confusion. Thinking back he remembered drinking with… someone. That was a few days back. Thinking harder he remembered that he was meant to meet someone, ah! Yes! It was probably a date. Such a shame he couldn’t remember who the date was with.

“Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him”
“Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him”
“Tie him to the scuppers with the hose pipe on him”

As he stepped forward he entered a small clearing, his pale ears twitched and checked the area around him, but all he could hear was wind. Shrugging he began to cross the clearing, step by step whilst singing his merry tune.

“Shave his belly with a rusty razor”
“Shave his belly with a rusty razor”
“Shave his belly with a rusty razor”

With the last note a sound echoed, he froze. Head swirling, his sight struggling to keep up with the movement. Nothing was there, he had to be imaging things; no one else was probably stupid enough to be walking through a snowstorm. Wait, I just implied that I was stupid didn’t i? And yet again, the male broke into irrational laughter. Maybe he was drunk, that would explain why he was hearing things and talking to himself.

Reaching into his bag he took another large swig from the container and started to move again.

“Keel haul him till he’s sober”
“Keel haul him till he’s sober”
“Keel haul him till he’s sober”

Through the wind a cracking sound echoed. No, he hadn’t imagined the sound. Something was out there; straining his eyes he tried to see through the storm. Yet, no matter where he looked there was nothing.

Sighing he shook his head, momentarily feeling sick and disorientated by the movement. Okay, he was definitely drunk. He grabbed at his rope and continued on once again. Maybe I should look for shelter or atleast somewhere to store the crate. Would be better than dragging the damn thing with me.

“Heave him by the leg in a running bowline”

The sound of something shattering rose above the wind and before his brain had time to process what was going on his leg burst through a later of ice into freezing water. Quickly the ice supporting the rest of him collapsed aswell. The light grey male fell into the water, his muscles tensing from the biting cold temperature of that which surrounded him. His arms moved around, seeking to latch onto something; his hands wrapped around a rope and tugged.

All he saw was his precious cargo falling towards him, filling the hole in the ice and knocking his head. Slowly, he began to drift down into the water, eyes closing slowly.

Damn, I guess that I’ll never get to meet her. His hand reached forward towards the iced over surface, his eyes closed.

Maybe it’s for the best.

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