Curled up into a ball, the kid sat on top of the half-pirate, the walls of the monster's throat snugly fit around the kid's shoulders. Once in a while, the muscles of the beast's throat would wiggle and pull the one and a half people down towards the belly slowly. The kid huffed sulkingly, crinkling that pink speckled nose at the horrible smell drifting down from the thing's mouth. What a way to go! Half way down the monster's throat and still alive. This was just the kid's luck, to die without even a name. Nope, the child had not even acquired a name in those short years of life, and grumbled about it.
Being a thief in petty small towns was pointless. Being a roadside thief was profitless. Being a port-city thief was somewhat entertaining, but not satisfying. The kid thought that perhaps the sea would bring a bit of life to the kid's mundane career, but it seemed that it only brought the death of it. What a way to go!
The sticky walls began to jiggle and the body beneath the kid's folded knees was sucked a couple of feet lower, pulling the child down along with it.
Squeezing eyes and nose shut in agony, the kid tried not to be sick again because each time that happened, the stench of down below lifted up from under the pirate's body and the gurgling noise of the creature's stomach pumping could be heard. It was a sickening sound like that of . . . of an ogre squashing plump sun-ripened corpses that were bloated from the heat, its toes squishing them like wine-grapes--No, that was too much. The child's own tummy began to loudly complain. Gagging a bit feeling as tummy liquids flood up into the kid's mouth, the doomed stowaway spit the sourness out, choking a little on it. What a way to go!
"BLUGG! Why can't I be dead already while this is happening? This is awful! What a way to go! This is worse then the sewers of Venice! I'd rather be dead then live an other second of this hell! I wishIi had a drink!"
But as the child spurted out a short monologue, triangular ears perked as they began to notice a great pounding in front of the kid's face so strong that it even shook the sticky throat's wall. It was a throbbing thunk-kah-thunk thunk-kah-thunk.
This must be the dreaded creature's life source, its soul-chest, its heart! Oh what an awful and nasty thing it must be to keep this hunky piece of sea-junk alive! And with that, the child found enough rage and frustration inside to unleash in retaliation. One hand clasped around the basket-hilt that the other hid inside, and lifted it up above that fluff covered head until the tip of the slender blade slid into aim against the throat-wall.
"SEWER WORM!!!" the child bellowed and jumped up only to force what little weight the child possessed downwards onto the hilt sliding the saber deep into the heart of the creature. Hot blood began violently spurting out of the wound and flooding the narrow tube, but the kid pressed on, teeth grit and feet digging into the opposite wall. The kid found just enough footing to continue to push until the blade was hilt deep into the creature's flesh, cheek pressing into the sticky lining of the throat and warm liquid flowing up on to it. Then the tube began to slowly close in upon itself, but the child used this, digging both feet deeper into the lining and using the extra leverage to actually twist the blade and begin to slice at the meat, pulling the hilt to one side.
A great amount of flesh had been cut open by the child who could feel the beast swinging back and forth, but tried to pay it no mind. The gooey sludgish blood of the monster continued to goop out of the opening and coat the kid head to toe, but for a moment in-between squinting, the kid thought there was a small ray of red light barely hinting from the opening. That was enough to send the desperate child into a frenzy, and the kid lunged for the slit in the beast, squirming like a worm and dragging the sword along too, since that boney hand was caught inside of the basket-hilt anyway. Then wonder of wonders! The child's head barely peeked between scales and eager lungs sucked in a large mouthful of salty air, the loud clash of water against the monster's body raged into each blood covered ear, but it didn't matter anymore! A waterfall of red was spilling out of the opening and the beast twirled around in place. The kid caught glimpses of the ship now and then while struggling to get all the way out of the monster's neck, but the world was just going around too fast.
Then just as the last foot wiggled free from the wound, the sword-less hand clasping a loosened scale for support, the waters began coming closer and closer. As the creature's neck blocked the sun and sky from view, the kid realized that it was collapsing and heading towards the sea. Curling into a ball, a desperately push with lanky legs, sword pointed downwards in a unicorn-like form or something, the kid dove into the waters slicing threw the depths and kicking with both feet trying to make a good distance from the falling tower of scale.
A giant cloud of bubbles rushed all around as the huge mass hit the water's surface and raced downwards. But like a tiny bug, the kid was swept up and aside as the rest of the water tried to keep up with an undertow rushing over the fallen body. Instead, the kid was shot up with the sea-spray and nearly hit the side of the ship, the tiny figure flapping around like a dying fish and coughing up saltwater, eyes sealed shut. Then the tucker out child met the waves once more and remained floating there exhausted and gurgling bloody seaweed.
It was a long moment of bobbing there in the red sea before one water-clogged ear noticed a quiet slap nearby and a haller from above, though the words were cloudy.
"Grab the rope, Lad!" was finally made out, and a blind hand slapped for the rope in the direction the kid heard it fall. Finally locating it, the kid held it close with both arms, both legs, and needle-like teeth clasping the twine tightly, one fist still hidden inside of the basket-hilt. On the way up as they hauled the tiny anchor back upon deck, the kid heard several voices all blabbering in awe, "Wow, he slit its throat from the inside, he did!" "Took its head clean off!" "The beast never saw it coming! What a way to go!" But whether the sailor meant "what a way to die" or "way to go, kid" the child didn't get a chance to figure out before slipping out of consciousness.
