Stowaway.
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.
He could have sworn he had barely closed his eyes when someone grabbed him by the collar and jolted him awake.











