Your sandals smack between your bare soles and the old, weathered wood of the dock. The further along you went, the less certain you became about your decision. There were a few ships at the end of it, but you couldn't tell if they had anyone on-board or not. Your only real option was to get closer, the salty air filling your lungs as anxiety filled your body.
None of the ships seemed to have passengers once you reached them. You couldn't help but feel that something about this was wrong, but you didn't want to turn back either.
As you kept walking, you noticed that one of the ships was able to be boarded via a plank. This felt like both a sign and a trap, especially considering the amount of trouble you could get in if you were caught on someone's boat without their permission. Still, if this was his way of having some fun with you... You had to do it, and turn back if things didn't work out.
Unfortunately, it seemed like whoever owned this ship didn't actually want you boarding it after all. Or at least that's what you thought as your sandals came to a complete stop at the very end of the plank. You looked down and realized that it was coated in thick, black tar, and your shoes were completely caught in it.
You tried to pull your left foot free, but the viscous goop beneath it maintained a good hold on your shoe, almost throwing you off balance. You tried the same with your right, but got similar results. You sighed as your options seemed to be running out, especially when you considered walking along the splinter-infested dock barefoot.
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