Darkness engulfed the young Argonian, but he was not afraid. He had been born in the dark. The shadows were a harsh mother, but they had taught him many things. They had made him patient. His body ached from where they had hit him and dragged him across the stony ground. There was a thick cloth bag over his face. The air around him was filled with creaks and groans, and the wooden floor shifted under him as the ship listed from side to side. They must be moving through a squall. Good. This would distract their attention.
His captor had been drinking. Goes-Unseen could smell it on his breath as the man clumsily tied him up, and then kicked him a few times for good measure. The joke was on him, though. He had been working away at the poorly tied knot and had managed to slip one hand out of it. Now that he could hear the human snoring nosily, he felt it was time to make his move. The stars had aligned for him on this one, he had to admit. By all rights it should have been the end when he heard the door of the bar slam open and thick boots clomp across the threshold. But it turned out not to be the Dark Brotherhood, but a band of ruffians looking to cash in on the bounty his one-time brothers had set on his head. Now it seemed that fate was prepared to grant him a further reprieve, if only he could grasp it.
He took the hood off and dropped it to the floor. He almost said a prayer to the Night Mother as he stood, but then thought better of it. Those days were over. If he made it out of this alive, he swore that it would be a new beginning. He navigated the swaying floor, finding his balance as he tread carefully over to the table where the man assigned to watch him was slumped over, his head in his hands. Goes-Unseen gently retrieved the dagger from the table. It had seemed almost like a short sword when it was first given to him, but he had grown into it. It was the first weapon he had used to take a life. He considered it for a moment, and then plunged it into the man's neck. Strictly speaking this was not necessary, but he did it anyway.
What most people did not realize was that killing was easy. Thinking about it later, that was the hard part. He doubted this man would haunt many of his dreams, though. At the moment he was finding pity hard to come by.
He continued on through the ship's belly, peering cautiously around every corner, but the rest of the crew were asleep in their cots and hammocks. Slowly he crept past them and up the stairs to the deck. A howl of wind and rain assaulted him the moment he opened the door. There were more men out here, but they were up in the rigging, desperately trying to stow the sails before the storm ripped them apart. This was where his luck ran out. As he rounded the corner he ran smack into a human. His blade found it's mark, but too late, his cry for help carried above the whipping wind and surf. As his body dropped to the deck, Goes-Unseen saw another group of men standing up by the helm. Several of them were already drawing back their bowstrings. He turned and made for the water. If he could just get beneath the waves, he would be home free. Even the best human swimmer had nothing on an Argonian. The last thing he remembered was feeling the rough, splintery wood of the edge of the ship underneath his footpads. Just as he pushed off with his legs to jump, something hard and sharp hit him in the shoulder blade and he tumbled forward. Darkness engulfed the young Argonian, but he was not afraid. He had been born in the dark.