Siderius slept with the crew at night. He hung a thin rope hammock between two poles to sleep.
The sailors all widened their eyes when they saw him lying on it. The rope hammock was so thin that it would break their back if they tried to sleep on it.
Siderius didn't feel anything. His dragon scale prevented all of that.
"That must feel uncomfortable." A sailor said.
"You'll get used to it eventually."
Night fell. Most of the sailors fell to their sleep while a few stayed up to watch the ship. The captain stayed in his own room without anyone to disturb him.
Around midnight, Siderius' ears twitched as he heard screams of uncountable people from the far distance.
Siderius jumped out of his hammock. He shook the old man from before.
"Wake up, Willy. Something's happening!"
"Huh... Huh?" Willy's eyelids fluttered open. "What's going on?"
"Wake up everyone else. Another ship is approaching us."
