Bedding down for the evening. I pondered my surroundings. Laying in me hammock staring at the grain of the wood. The lanterns being doused one by one. Casting various shadows as each one went. I hoped to start a new adventure, "I was sure to die in that prison." I thought as I drifted into slumber. "What a happen chance of good fortune has come my way." Listening to the creek of the timbers, sleep overcame me like a fast rolling mist.