Patches awoke from his dream. Just when things were starting to get interesting. He couldn't read much, but from what he did see, was that there were gods.

Where were they now? Perhaps if he didn't wake, he'd know. He shook his head, trying to remember which life he was in. His room was dark, yes, and he did have good vision at night, however both rooms were so similar to him now, it was hard to tell.

He looked beside his bed. His sister wasn't there, so he immediately thought it must've been after the raid of Spire, or he was in the hospital. Considering he remembered pretty much everything, he quickly concluded that it was after the raid of Spire, and after Ghostly's death.

This meant Patches didn't have much more time before he'd drown. He couldn't do anything to break free from the cycle, either. Something stopped him. 

With a great sigh, Patches got out of the bed and walked outside, onto one of the decks of the ship, as he always did. The sun was rising, and Patches knew he only had a few days left before his death. His routine was always the same, too. His words could be slightly different, but that was it. 

Some things were just meant to be, and so that's how Patches lived.

He rested his jaw on the rail, looking out into the water as he sat down. Patches was not looking forward to anything, really. "Greetings, Patchy. What is thy purpose out hither?" MottlePaw greeted, a slight snarl in her tone. "I couldn't sleep." Patches answered, as he normally did.

MottlePaw frowned, yet nodded, walking away and to take over the wheel from Moon. Patches watched as Moon left to sleep.

In all honesty, Patches quite liked Moon. He was an interesting cat, to say the least. Of course, Winter never said much about Moon's death, so Patches assumed that Moon's death was going to be another odd one, like Ghostly's and MottlePaw's. 

He didn't know why their deaths were odd though. He couldn't ever learn why, as Winter would just shoot Patches down in his questions, and Patches wasn't ever around long enough to know why.

It was truly a great annoyance.

As the light from the sun finally lifted above the horizon, Patches stood up and headed to the storage cabin to rest. It was the second-best place to stay, after all. 

He laid down on a barrel filled with Dragon's Blood, careful not to touch any. He closed his eyes, hoping for something to happen. Alas, he knew nothing would, but it was always worth a shot... Even though he's done this too many times to count now. 

Patches got off the barrel and headed back above deck. He needed to learn more and couldn't do that unless he was asleep. What a pain.

Patches looked off out into the ocean and went up onto the poop deck and looked out at the water. It was hard to see at first, considering the sun shining and all, but after a few moments, Patches was able to see the fish swim by.

Always the same fish, oh so blissfully unaware of the suffering of the cat above them.