Rating: R for profanity and violence

Disclaimer: The Pitch Black characters are not mine, so don't sue. My characters are mine so please don't steal them.

Story outline/authors note: its just what the title says…Riddick..at sea.

Riddick at Sea

"Damn it!" Riddick paced in his box. He could here people moving around outside. His anticipation and anger were growing.

After 4 days of traveling blindly in the Skiff they were picked up. Riddick made up a story to get then by. Riddick was traveling with his kid (Jack) and his kids priest/babysitter (Imam). He was going to let Jack decide if she wanted to be known as a boy or a girl when they met up with whoever picked the up.

The people that picked them up believed what Riddick told them, but when they looked at who nervous Imam was trying not to be. They decided to question all of then separately to find the truth. Riddick told his story. Jack of course lied for Riddick. But Imam….Being the person he is couldn't bring himself to lie. He told the truth, hoping Riddick would still get off because of the good deed he had done.

Riddick was patiently waiting with two guards in a little room when he herd Jack begin to shout. A man then came into the room. He looked at Riddick, then at the guards and simply said; lock him up.

Riddick was dragged by 4 men and 2 pointing guns at him down the hall. He could see Jack screaming and trying to get to him. He wasn't mad at her. He knew she didn't rat him out.

He was put into a big metal box with no way out.

He paced and tried to listen to the conversations outside. There were too quiet, but he made out the odd word. He pieced it together and figured they were going to take him prisoner. Imam blabbed about who he is and now they were going to sell him.

"Fuck!" He stopped pacing and moved to one side of the box. Just as he did a loud noise echoed through the box.

"Hey you." A voice called to Riddick from the outside. "Riddick?"

Riddick didn't answer.

"We're gunna drop you on a planet you stupid twit. And we're gunna sell ya. We're gunna be rich we are. But don't worry about your boys, they'll be fine. To New Mecca and an orphanage is where they'll go." He began to laugh.

Riddick moved close to the wall again. "You really think your boss is gunna let you in on this deal."

"Shut up you." He banged on the box again and Riddick had to cover his ears from the loud noise.

"All that money. Why share it with you when it can all go to number one."

"I said shut up!" He banged several times on the box. Riddick couldn't help but cry out in pain as the banging echoed through him.

He sat in silence on the cold metal floor for the next few hours or so until he felt the ship land. He herd people moving around his box. Then it began to move. It was being dragged out of the ship. He listened for voices but either no one was talking or the screeching of his box was too loud.

When it stopped he herd talking. It was in a language he didn't understand. When it stopped he herd the ship door close and take off. He wasn't in it. They'd dropped him somewhere.