He was still aboard the ship, he felt the sway below his feet. But no longer locked in a cell. How long had he been caged away? Weeks ... months ... years? Time seemed an inescapable prison in itself, but when walls and solitude are added it became insurmountable. Yet here he was, finally free. A body lay in his grasp, intestines strewn down his lips in feast. He continued. He could not stop. He was hungry. Hunger that could never be satisfied. Screams abounded from around.
