The ship was silent, apart from the slow waves outside that seemed to gently rock the ship back and forth. Even the soft glow of the crescent moon reflected off the waves and shined into the windows of the hold. But regardless of it being the perfect moment to sleep, Jim found he couldn’t.
Was there an actual reason why? Not really, other than restlessness. Of course he could get up and do some actual work, but where would that get him? Tired and exhausted in the morning, and even less work done than normal.
He was tired, no doubt about it, but also restless. With a sigh he sat up, thinking anything would be better than just laying down and doing nothing. Just when he was about to hop out of the hammock, the sudden creaking of floorboards caught his attention, and he craned his head to face the doorway.
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