I Am No Orphan!
Coldness... darkness... growing less, ever less. Vague thoughts, blurred nightmares, all you know is that you've come far, so far, and that you're all alone.
Or are you? Selkirk... you barely remember Selkirk, he'd promised your father he'd protect you and he's the last one left who can. It's still cold, but not nearly as much as before. The stabbing frigidity recedes like an ebbing tide; you're prickly with chills and begin writhing. Your small body rubs against something soft, furs? You seem to be out of the wind and the wet, a good thing for now. Only for how long?
Still you shiver and shudder, writhing on the strange bedding. You're still not sure you're alive. Comes now the sense of a rough hand, a voice, "So you're waking up, good."
Your eyes snap open, you behold a grim square face bending over you. It's not Selkirk.
Or are you? Selkirk... you barely remember Selkirk, he'd promised your father he'd protect you and he's the last one left who can. It's still cold, but not nearly as much as before. The stabbing frigidity recedes like an ebbing tide; you're prickly with chills and begin writhing. Your small body rubs against something soft, furs? You seem to be out of the wind and the wet, a good thing for now. Only for how long?
Still you shiver and shudder, writhing on the strange bedding. You're still not sure you're alive. Comes now the sense of a rough hand, a voice, "So you're waking up, good."
Your eyes snap open, you behold a grim square face bending over you. It's not Selkirk.