[EXPEDITION] Wild Ocean

The goblin strolled along the narrow railing, looking down at the waves lapping against the hull, the moist sea breeze caressing his dangling genitals. The steady hum of the engine drowned out the shrill cries of the spirits, which was a welcome relief. Lately, they had been acting up, tormenting him day and night. Koshra wanted the goblin to slit the throats of the entire ship's crew in his sleep; Nashra wanted him to do it in broad daylight and feast on their livers; Gashik wanted all the men to hang by the neck from a rope, while the women danced around them; Fohshra cried and begged for his mother. But the loudest of all the thousand spirits was Moysha, who implored the goblin to leave this mortal world as soon as possible. Of course, he was just mocking him, because he knew that it was impossible to do it on his own. He could clearly see that the goblin was not bleeding, not burning, and could hang in a noose for a week until the branch holding it finally broke. The troglodyte had tried all these methods long ago, when the stream washed him ashore, lacerated by the blades of his tribesmen and torn by predatory fish, and when he was conscious enough to realize what kind of company he had to share his head with. At least now the sea sounds helped to push the chatter into the background. They were probably getting angrier out of envy, because the goblin had become a little better at orienting himself in space, better at understanding speech, and had stopped attacking everyone he met. In the last few weeks, it had become a little cooler, which also helped to clear his thoughts slightly. But the memories remained a blanket woven from scraps of other people's skin, but the goblin wasn't too worried about them; he was used to living in the present. Today, he was sailing somewhere for some reason in some sea on some ship with some people. Well, that's fine. Not worse than somewhere else and for some other reason, even if the concepts of good and bad have long lost any meaning. But what he really wanted was a seagull. Very beautiful feathers, it's a pity that they taste awful.