#smokkelmeerman

According to his research, the crossing would not take longer than a week. Mihai’d lasted longer than that with less food than he had on him right now, and considering where he found himself hiding, food would be the least of his worries. A ship’s basement had food to last many months at sea. No one saw him climb on board, of that he was sure. 

He shifted a little against his blankets. According to his own math, two days were behind him, which  meant likely five or six more to go. Easy enough. Mihai allowed the calm rocking of the ship to lull him into sleep. 

‘It’ll only take a minute!’ Mihai had told them before then taking off to do his business doing gods-know-what. Eirik hadn’t really bothered to ask for specifics, and doubted Mihai would have told them had he asked. But what he had gathered was that whatever Mihai did - it backfired somehow and now Maarten and Eirik were sitting outside the prison waiting for Mihai to bust himself out. Hopefully... It was going to get dark soon, and Eirik did not feel like sleeping outside in the forest tonight. “Out of all his stupid ideas, he has to get himself arrested! Why?” Eirik hissed bitterly under his breath and kicked at the ground. His night had been going pretty good until he spotted Mihai being dragged away. “Quick question,” Eirik whispered to Maarten as he eyed the door to the prison building. “Are we sure he can get himself out of there?” Eirik wasn’t really feeling up to the task, but he did owe Mihai a favour or two, so he sort of felt like he should at least try to bail him out of jail.