To be more than a Slave, just a dream?(Open)

[Zypher]

A broad wooden ship sailed across the crystal waters of the Suvan Sea, the flag which it flew revealed it as a known pirate vessel. On the deck stood a lone Zith amongst several over races, it carried heavy bags of grain on it's back as it moved across the deck and to the storage cabins below. Sweat drenched his body, it was late in the evening, closure was coming to another day of hard labor.

Settling in one of the storage cabins, he dropped the bags of grain, plopping himself down upon them. He released a rather heavy breath as he stared blankly upward to the rotting boards above him. His eyes closed, for what he told himself would only be a second, drifting off to slumber.

He would dream of his days of freedom, living in Xy, with his own people, where they were dominant. He envisioned what it felt like to fly freely through the caverns, dodging stalagmites and tites alike, as if it were a game. But this fantasy would be short lived as the door to the storage cabin was thrown asunder violently striking the wall. He snapped awake to see the ship's first mate staring gruesomely at him, whip drawn out and ready to strike, and that it did.

The cracking whip would slash through the skin on his shoulder, causing him to drop to a knee, "We don't tolerate napping when you haven't finished the days labor, slave.." raged the man, before gesturing for Zypher to return to the deck and his duties. He walked past the man, stifling a rage growl, he knew there was little he could do at this time. The sound of the heavy shackles which kept him stranded here could be heard, raking along the boards below. He reached the top stairs, looking out across the sky, "To be free.." He mumbled to himself in a wishful tone.

((OOC: I hope I did this correctly.))