Head Start
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Niles kept his good eye ajar as one legged overlapped the other in a pitiful attempt to retain comfort, the marred skin where an eye once was left exposed in the isolation of his cabin. The swaying of his hammock was always relaxing. It was unfortunate that the noise kept the raider from surpassing the edge of exhaustion. The rainfall outside had long since passed it's juvenile state of pattering, and was slowly (ever so slowly) evolving into a minor storm. If the weather had been a bit more permissible, he might have stepped onto the upper decks for a glimpse of the stars in the night sky; the way the clouds formed a basilica from only the subtle light of the moon.
Instead he simply removed himself from his perch, retrieving his eyepatch to conceal the only area anyone might consider unsightly, before arming himself and heading towards the door.
Creak.
Niles stilled, listening. That noise was certainly not his own doing. There was only one plank on this entire ship that made such a sound, and that was a ways down the hall. Someone else must be walking about at this hour. Or, someone was trying to be lightfooted in all the wrong places. Either way, the outlaw was prompted to investigate.
His destination ended up being where the majority of their treasure was located, and the noise’s source a particular red-headed thief.
➵ “I'll give you a head start. It's hard to run zigzags in such a narrow hallway.”
