Amongst my gold, I sit in the hold of my ship. The rats scurry between my feet. Squeaking, feasting.
I hear the cries of the searchers. Anxiety within me. I emerge from the darkness and see the lantern on the horizon beyond the broken spire of my mast. The voices carry over the waters. I know they aren’t here for me.
Amongst my gold, I carve the flesh from an unnamed seaman. The rats protest as I scavenge from their meal.
Alone I sit. Alone I will eat. Alone I will stay because no one will ever get my gold.