‘It’s so tiring. god I hate this.’

Sticlafluier flops back down on his bed, rubbing his tired eyes. It had been.. probably 2,763 days, or months. None of which are good to him.

The same rowing of the boat, the same pacing of the oceans path bored and deprived him of fun. Sure, I mean,, there was Ahoy and Drummer, but overall.. he got tired of it. He’s tried to change his old habits, but even then, he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

‘is it me? or is it just.. this dumb boat??’

He sat up, hearing the door knock. Now who was it? Sticlafluier was too cranky and bored to open that damned door, so he just spoke a monotonous.

"Come in!"