As the ship slowly sailed into the allegedly "dramatic place" — which looked more like a side quest town rather than the ones in a main quest — Liam finally emerged from his room, hair looking like it had fought three pillow wars and lost every single one.
He squinted at the disaster site that was once his cabin. Clothes hung from the chandelier like bat flags, a shoe had somehow become a ceiling ornament, and his toothbrush was stuck in a porthole like it tried to escape the madness.
"Did my socks try to stage a coup while I was asleep?
Is that a sandwich… under the bed? Wait — is it really a sandwich?
Pretty sure I didn't leave my toothbrush there.
And why is my shoe on the damn ceiling?"
"Why is my stuff all round the room like some damn tornado auditioned for Eldris's Got Talent in here?" Liam groaned, dragging a blanket behind him like a ghost who gave up halfway through haunting.
