My eyes too dry in the warmth of my quarters. My body too numb to move. My mind a wreck of emotion.

Around me people went about their daily business. They did their ship duties, they ate and drank and enjoyed the company of their fellow crewmates. Even now Sleepy, Arlo and Light-Man-Eos were talking happily at the other side of the room. They talked of how couragous they had all been at Port Town when Captain Korg had tried to bring about the apocalypse.
Sleepy was telling, once again, about how he had fought off the old man at the Signal Tower and managed to light the beacon. Light-Man then spoke of how he had lost his arm in battle, but had now begun to come to terms with it and had even managed to use his broom one-handed.

I did not partake in their happy story-telling. Instead I pulled a curtain across my bed and pulled up the covers tightly around my body. My eyes rolled in their sockets, my muscles tense. Slowly I began to fall into an uneasy sleep. My hand opened and the empty bottle of rum fell from my grasp, clattering on the floor. My head went cloudy and sleep took over.

And there it was. The beast within me. It stalked the shadows. It hunted in the night. Its large musclular form, blacker then the darkest of skies. Its teeth razor sharp and covered in thick drool. Its red eyes glowing with evil intentions.
Its thick, black, matted hair was covered in blood... but not its own. It was the blood opf others. The blood of innocents. The blood of people at Port Town.
The beast raised its large, ugly head to the sky and howled at the full moon.

My eyes opened with a start. The room was silent, the others must have left ages ago. A tear was rolling down my cheek. I had my family on my mind... I was remembering their screams... I was remembering my promise of vengance on them. And yet here I was... one of the very things I was sworn to destroy.

For the beast in my dreams was me.

The monster was me.

The murderer of innocents was me.

I was a hunter of werewolves, yet I was a werewolf myself.

That was my curse.

And I knew that the only cure had gone up in flames on Devil Island when the Kingston had exploded. I was stuck like this. Every full moon I would change and I would kill. I hated myself and the monster inside me.
I could still see the faces of the people I killed... I could still here their pleas for mercy... I could still taste their flesh in my mouth...

I leaned over the side of my bed, vomit spewing from my mouth. I wiped the mess away from my face and picked up another bottle of rum. I opened it wioth my teeth and began to swig down the contents.

I was a wreck of a man.

I knew that the only way to rid myself of this curse... was death. And right now, I would welcome death with open arms...

After the Captains request I made my way to Mr Johns Quarters, I knocked on the door.

There was no reply. Again I knocked and waited patiently.
There was a bad smell coming out from under the door, like rotting food.
That was it, I pushed against the door and it came open easily.

What I saw wasn't pretty, the old man laying on his bed, head dangling over the side with little puddles of sick everywhere.
I bit my lip and looked at him, there was empty Rrum bottles everywhere, no wonder he was sick.

I turned my nose up and plucked the courage to walk over to him, "Mr Johns" I bellowed as if disaprooving of what he had done.
"Honestly a man of your age should know better."

I took the rum away from him and mopped the sick from the floor, I sat on the side of his bed and looked at the poor man.
"Now, you can't very well say to me theres nothing wrong, what is it?" I questioned holding my hand out for him.

He was certainly unwell, who wouldn't be? I know what had happened to him at the Port, I was the one that stopped it from happening, actually I was lucky I was still alive.
I pitied him, for he seemed such a nice man.

I looked up at the doctor who had taken away my drink. Luckily for me, she didn't know where my secret stash was.

"No offence lady," I grumbled, but... LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"

She stepped backwards in shock. As I stared at her shocked expression, I recognised her from Port Town. I had been a werewolf... I had tried to kill her. She was the one that had given me my potion.

"You stopped me from killing anyone else in port town," I said eventually, "I thank you for that. But that potion you gave me was my last batch. I have no more. Which means that the next time I... transform... there will be no way to control me!"

A tear rolled down my cheek. I turned over in my bed, facing the wall, and pulled the cover over my head.

"Please leave now," I whispered, "I need to be on my own."

(continued from control room)
Entering my quarters, I heard a raised voice from behind the curtain where Mister Johsn slept. a females voice was talking also, I recognised it as the voice of the new doctor onboard.
I decided not to make my presence known as it my only agrivate things. Instead I pulled out my large leather bag with the golden buckles from under bed. Opening it, I took out the supplies that I needed. I had discovered a new form of plant life and decided it was worth a look!
When I had found all the equipment I returned to my regular spot in the science labs.
(continued in science labs)

I shook my head at him, he seemed like such a nice guy what had this infection, disease even done to him.
"Now you know of course I cant do that so why even bother asking?" I questioned.

I walked further towards him after being take aback by his sudden outburst, "Look, its not hopeless, I'm sure there's someway I could do something"

I watched as his room mate walked in, rumaged through his bags and walked back out again.

"If you really insist I shall have to come back later as I am not leaving you alone." I grinned and hoped that he would give a smile, perhaps I should catch him when he was more sober.

(Continued in Medical Bay)

As the woman left, I entered. I scaled the floor and scouted the room, the older man laid in his own vomit. I looked further and sensed that he was a werewolf, he was semi-unconscious so he should be no threat right now.

I looked at the light source at the other side of the room. I stretched my two fingers in its direction, arched my thumb underneath and then rubbed lightly. The flames died out from afar.

Now in the darkness I crawled towards a chest of draws and silently opened one. The other people occuping the room became confused at the lack of light and went to relight the candle. Quickly I reached inside the drawer and picked up an item. It was an object owned by Light-man-Eos.

I placed it inside my cloak and sneakly crawled out of the room. I was certain that know one dectected my presence. I had almost aquired all the items I needed. Without a sound crept to another area of the ship.

What was this thing I saw crawling around the room? I blinked and rubbed my eyes. It was still there! I knew I had drank too much and was ill... but was I really seeing things?

Was I going crazy? Had I finally cracked?

I stood from my bed and tried to walk to the door. When I looked back the strange figure had gone. Good. Perhaps there was still a chance for me yet. However I did not listen to the warning in my heart and went in search of more liquour...

Mister John's was pissing me off. I could not stand it any longer, I was seeing a great man crumble. He was turning into a wreck and I was brought up in strict disaplined way, and his actions offended me because a man could not live like this.

I snatched the bottle from his hand and smashed against the wall.

"You!" I pointed, "sort yourself out now!" I demanded. "You can't f*cking live like this anymore!" With my only arm I tried to drag him up, "Come on you bastard!" he tumbled back to the bed so I cracked my hand across his face.

The stinging blow echoed around the room and the others stopped in silence. Had I finally got through to him?

I moved at great speed, greater the anyone would expect for a man in my condition.
My hand gripped the monks throat and, lifting him off the ground, I pushed him back against the wall, pinning him to it.

"Do not mess with me monk!" I spat, "for you may be trained with certain skills... but I have lived! I have seen greater and more dangerous things then you ever could... and I have done greater and more dangerous things then you ever could!"

I suddenly realised what I was doing and I released my grip on Light-Man-Eos. On a full moon I turned into the wolf... but look at me now... borad daylight yet the anger of the wolf was inside me!

"I... am sorry," I said slowly, "I did not mean for that to happen. But please... let me be... I am doing no harm and will do no one any harm if they do not interfere with me!"

I returned to my bed and hoped I had made my point clear.