"It has been a day and you're already in confinement." An unknown yet familiar voice called.

It saw as it lay on the ground, the leaves of a tree instead of the tough ceiling of the confinement room, and its back not on the hard surface of the said room but now on the softer and bit more comfortable ground made of dirt and white flowers. It sat up and stopped laying on the ground to see a land covered in moonlight and white flowers as far as its view can see. It was a beautiful view, perhaps even awe-inspiring.

It hears the footsteps of something and looked at where it came from to see who or what it was.

What it sees is something… unique. It was humanoid but had no discernable features, it had limbs, a torso, and a head, but other than that, no features that can differentiate it and a featureless statue. Its surface, however, is definitely more irregular. It constantly switched at a slow pace from absorbing light making it look like it was a creature made of darkness to emitting it making it look like it's made of light. Fascinating.

"I'm not disappointed though, a few ones did kill a few people in their first day or two." The voice said. It seems like the voice came from the humanoid.

It tilted its head to the side, confused about a lot of things.

"Well, some explanations are in order." The humanoid says to it. "This is the contact realm," they said, gesturing around the flower-covered plains, "well, it's mine, I made it look like this as it looks most beautiful, this place is where I can communicate with you through your dreams.

"Who I am, you could say I am the one who bestowed you your form, not exactly your maker, just the one who gave you that body of linen and dark, as for my name, I think that would be better to be kept to another time or for you to be told by another, whichever comes first.

"Now as for how to get you out of confinement, waiting for those people to find out you're not a criminal is going to take a while and I don't want that." They put their hand onto their chin, a gesture that most will interpret as them thinking. "Well, trade winds are flowing to there and the boat is about to depart, and that place is close to where the immortal of knowledge lives," a clap of the hands came from the humanoid, "yes, I'll wake you up in the boat itself, from there, just go where the crew takes you, they shouldn't be of a big bother. Please go off the first port they land you in." They said to it.

It on the other hand was majorly confused than anything else, if the unmoving tilt of its head had to say something about it, they were confused. Well, who wouldn't be, someone just entered its sleep and said that they're its maker so who wouldn't be? Most would also be suspicious of the whole thing, but it somehow was not.

"So, hopefully, you got all that down. Because you are about to wake up, have fun seafaring." They said before the whole plain darkens and It was wakened up.

—

Wherever it was wakened up in, it was dark and cramped, very uncomfortable basically. It readjusted how its body is all around to get a more comforting position, settling on a sitting position, with its knees together and back leaned back on the wooden walls of the thing it is in.

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

It was not happy, to say the least, and wants to get out of whatever thing it is in. So it used its hands and pushed out every surface it can reach, the right and left side, the one on its back, the one in front of it, before finally getting a budge on the surface on top of it. It pushed up and opened up the container that it was in, then it stood up, opening the thing even further before plopping down the top to the side.

It seems that it was wakened in a wooden box, a decently sized wooden box, but still a box. It felt like it should be feeling a negative feeling right now. It stepped out of the box, put the box's top back on again, and looked around the room it was in now. It was all wood, and the room was lit through one opening, a staircase that let sunlight in. It walked towards and up the staircase where it was greeted by a whole crew of people, one of which instantly saw it and began shouting for everyone to start restraining it. So much for not being a big bother.

It was restrained and the crew made haste to bring it up to the sunlight, where it saw the sea and the rest of the crew. There was a different feeling in this view of the sea, it would have been positive like the last time if it weren't for the fact that it was instantaneously restrained when it finally saw it.

When it was forced to sit back leaned on to mast of the boat, the crew spread out and made way for someone. Said someone, a woman, walked through the crew with a weapon sheathed on their hip.

"Take of their hood." The woman said.

The crew members walked towards it and started pulling on the 'hood' that covered it's head.

But it didn't come off.

They tried pulling as hard as they can but it won't come off. It didn't even tear. One of the crew pulled out a dagger and began slashing the linen on the base of the neck, tearing it, only for the linen that tore fix itself the moment the dagger was pulled away.

The crew gave up, looking back up to the woman. The woman sighed and looked back at it.

"Well, your face doesn't matter anyway," she unsheathed the weapon that was on her hip, the cross-section like a triangle as it is pointed directly on its center of vision, seemingly edgeless, "how did you get in this ship?" She asked.

It just looked back and tilted its head to the side. It then looked down onto the wooden flooring of the boat, suddenly realizing something. It can't talk. It looked back up to the woman and then shaked their head, hopefully for the woman to realize it can't talk, it would be pointing to its mouth too if it wasn't for the restraints.

"Unwilling to talk huh." The woman said.

"I think they just can't talk, captain." Another person of the crew said, directed to the woman.

"Why'd you think that?" She, the captain, asked, not leaving her gaze off it.

"Considering we just roughed em' up and risked slitting his neck," they looked at the one that slashed the dagger at it a few moments earlier, said person scratched the back of their head in response, "and they didn't even make a single noise, I just made an educated guess."

The captain raised their eyebrows and sheathed her weapon. "That is a reasonable guess but what do I do with you." She then put her hand on her chin and looked up to the skies for a bit and finally looking back at all her crewmates. "Alright, everyone! Set this one up in one of the rooms, they'll be a temporary crewmate until our next stop."

"Really?" The crewmate that made a guess before questioned.

"Ah don't worry too much, we'll force them to pull their own weight," the captain looked at it, "you want to eat, you gotta work for it."

She walked away, approaching a door that was on the ship before looking back at everyone else. "What are you all waiting for? Unrestrain them and make them start working."

The crew exclaimed something in response and began unrestraining it, standing it up, and giving it a bucket and a cloth. "Start cleaning." One of them said. The crew then spread out of the ship and began doing their own duties of the ship.

It didn't want to seem like liability and began cleaning all around the ship.