I felt a cold breeze fall over my body. The feeling was nothing new but I had no blanket to keep the wind off of my body. How odd it was that last night I had gone to bed beneath layers of quilts and was now in a quite drafty room. I peeled my eyes open to find that I was not at the inn after all but in a room colored blue like the ocean. When I was sitting up a girl walked through the door and yelled a word so vulgar that I dare not write it. “Who are the HELL are you?” she exclaimed as she twisted my arm around my back “Call me Ishmael” “I’ll call you a perv… Wait Ishmael like Moby Dick?” “ I suppose so. Moby Dick was a whale that myself and others-” “ Yeah I know the story, Everyone knows the story. Look i guess I’ll help you with
