"Shut up, Chester" Kuhn groaned, as he turned in his hammock, on the other end of the room to Chester. He had his hat laying on him, over his face, covering it, but making sure not to damage the hat. His weapons hung on a hook next to him, so he could reach the pistol easily, his coat hung a few meters behind him, next to his boots and Chester boots and jacket, the jacket had been a coat till yesterday, but then Chester decided to use a pair of scissors to turn it into a jacket. Kuhn and Lina both spent a good hour fixing the jacket so it didn't look completely ridiculous.

They were only mildly successful, as it was still tattered at the bottom, looking like it had been mawed up by a bear, and not cut with scissors. "I am shutting up, Kuhn." Chester said, lazily, reaching for the bottle of beer on his nightstand, not noticing Lina, whom was digging into the floor under him. He couldn't find the beer on the nightstand, so he started looking in the other direction with his hand, still not opening his eyes.

[sub]it huurts[/sub] the voices said. "Come on, man. Her food wasn't that bad." Chester told Kuhn, talking about last night's dinner and the stomach aches Kuhn had had because of it. "What you talkin' about, Cap'n." Kuhn asked, tiredly, neither of the two bothered to open their eyes as they tried to sleep.

Chester smacked his lips, as he reached for the bottle, his hand wandering under him, finding something solid to grab onto.

It wasn't the bottle he was looking for, but instead the handle of a sword.

[sub]it huurts![/sub] The voices grew louder, and soon, black hands came out of the walls, and flipped Chester's hammock, landing him on the floor on his ass.

"Son of a bitch!" Chester shouted, as Kuhn looked over at him, laying on the floor. "Too much to drink, Cap'n?" He asked, sarcastically. Peering over his hat as he lifted it from his face for a second, before laying it back down, and trying to drift back off to sleep.

"Freaking ghosts!" Chester exclaimed, looking around, the room was too dark for him to see the hands, his hand still on the sword. "Where did my damn bottle go"