Nothing Happened

Pain.

It ran waves through his body.

A storm of never ending lightning strikes.

That coursed through his entire being.

Every nerve in his body begged, pleaded, screamed for him to fall.

He could’ve already collapsed.

He could’ve already died.

He could’ve already given in.

But those were not options.

He had to survive.

His captain needed him.

And he would provide.

Of course he could never let him know.

His captain would never except such a thing.

Although it was perfectly understandable.

And if the rest of the crew were here they would agree.

And when the stupid cook frantically came and asked him what happened to him.

Through his bloodshot, blood-ridden eyes he would say-

Nothing Happened.