Soso's ascent out of the sump
Soso felt great nausea upon him once more. No different then when he stepped out of the portals, he had felt like this since he had set foot on the derelict ship. After weeks, perhaps longer, on top of the forever dancing waves his feet were no longer accustomed to torpid soil. The state of the ship itself gave him no relief either. Rather than the mad handbuild amalgamation of wood and scrap the ettins had continuously constructed, this ship appeared to him like the unrotting carcass of a leviathan from the alien depths he had just left behind. He climbed onto the monumental thing, if only to escape the cold seawind. He found an entrance, though it was better described as a torn wound in the vessel’s hull. The smell of rotting vegetation and stagnant water rose to his nostrils and his reluctance to enter the darkness increased greatly. The entrance gave ingress to the middle of a hallway. Due to the slanted position of the scuttled leviathan one way went down as the other direction w