A Snippet in Time

He sighed and dropped the pen resignedly. It hit the desk with a low sound, yet it was the only sound in forever, and that fact alone made it echo immensely. Aston dragged a hand over his sweaty face, the burning candle illuminating his face orange. Scribbles of orders, money transfers, and cargo were blending into gibberish nonsense. Aston didn’t remember what he’d written and felt he didn’t want to. Without consideration, he blew the candle out. Darkness surrounded him immediately. His senses opened and the air he thought was quiet was surprisingly full of sounds. Wind went through the wooden walls, so hallowly Aston didn’t know if it was the wind or if it was the dead sea spirits. He closed his eyes to listen better, but it couldn’t block out the light you usually close your eyes from. The light didn’t exist. 

After a minute, Aston didn’t know if his eyes were closed at all. The floor whined under him, and suddenly, he could feel himself tilting. It should’ve been reflex, but his hands didn’t find the familiar armrests and instead lay still in his lap like they were dead. Something seemed to fall over. It rolled on the floor from one end of the room to the other. He tilted to the other side, and whatever had fallen tilted with him, rolling back to the end they came from. 

Then, a sound that was unlike any other echoed in his ears. It was a hard pounding on the door. Aston realized someone was knocking. He blinked, and suddenly, the mush in his brain disappeared. Aston hadn’t realized it was there in the first place. 

“Captn’! We need your help over her- woah, what was you doin’? It’s completely dark,” a voice Aston knew was familiar asked him. The light from the newly opened door slipped out into his room. He collected himself. 

“I’ll be right there Planky,”