[204] At Sea

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. (Fourth, actually...) But, I want to learn English sentence structure, well enough to write.

So, how bad am I? Can you please point out, well, at least the worst of my failures?

So here goes:

Blood coursed through his veins. This was not a deviation from normal state of affairs, the fact that he felt it was. Beams creaked and boards moaned as the ship crested another wave. Gods be cursed, cursed to sail a barrel on the the seas for eternity. He then reasoned that bastards that the gods were, they would find some wicked pleasure in such a fate. I hope father falls out of bed and breaks his neck. An ignoble death. No, I hope he falls out of bed last night. In his weak and incoherent state he found hilarity in his thoughts. He chuckled. That way, he could not have sent him here. His stomach fell as the ship leveled and started to rise on another wave.

They had mistaken his chuckle for a moan, as now a flask of rum was thrust towards his mouth. He drank with fervor, ignoring the burning in his throat and nostrils.

His blood seemed smoother now. Perhaps he had slept?

No, the sailor still stood over him, and his chin was still wet from the rum.

In a time and place far from his mind the storm abated. Perhaps this nightmare would be over when he awoke.