Two months later
Nail was free from that asylum. He was weeping like a dog begging to come inside and scratched on his door like a raccoon trying to dig his way out. Then one night the cage door opened. Clothes were wrapped in a package with a letter saying WEAR THESE. Nail didn't know who let him out. Not only did that person open his cage door, he left a boat by the shore. Nail wore those new clothes, hopped on that boat, and sailed under the dim light hoping no one at the base would fire a cannonball at him.
Nail couldn't take his collar off. A key was needed for the lock behind his neck. The only person who had that key was his master. Nail gnawed furiously at that collar savagely, but it was made entirely out of metal. His teeth almost broke in half when he tried biting the collar. He had no tools for this collar. Nail could only hide the collar with a scarf in the pile of clothes.
Nail always felt he had ticks in his hair. He scratched his head with his right foot. Nail was still the captive dog he always was. He couldn't talk, he had more fur on his chest, legs and arms than any other than—but not on his face. He was frightened by loud noises and he had a fear of fire. He was also hungry. A whole day with nothing to ate worked fast on his stomach. If he didn't eat something soon he would jump into the water searching for food or eat his own arms.
" Rrrwwww." Nail moaned thinking about how much his tummy was hurting.
But Nail was in luck. There was another ship in this isolate waters. This one was a galleon, or what would be a galleon. It was hard to tell which ship it was now. All he knew was it was a big ship, no mast in the middle of it, and the front looked like a giant fish head while the back looked like a fish tail. Nail didn't care what it looked like so long as there was food onboard.
Nail wasn't going to pay for the food. He had no money. Nail never understood the concept of money because he was trapped in a cage. His head throbbed when he thought about the syringes they injected in his arms. Nail thought about it when he climbed up the walls of the ship and ripped open the window.
Not a chef in sight. Nail could smell odoriferous food scent in the kitchen. It was highly pleasing to his senses. Just a whiff of it was making his mouth drip with drool. Nail jumped on the table and followed that scent sniffing it and moving on his arms and legs. His nose led him to some kind of meaty fish dish cut into slices by a fillet and smothered in some yellow sauce. Nail could see that fillet knife beside the knife. Nail picked the fish up and ate it in the middle.
Nail wasn't paying attention to the closed door. It was closed when Nail walked into the kitchen, but it opened when Nail started to gobble on the piece of fish. A chef wearing a ascot and a butcher knife. The chef jumped at the sight of the little boy eating the fish.
" Thief!"
The chef moved towards Nail. He was angry. He wasn't thinking too well either. He slashed his knife at Nail, but Nail was already gone. Nail was sitting behind the chef, unnoticed, then he lunged towards the chef and bite his right leg. Nail pulled on the sleeves and pulled him down. The fall was so loud a frying pan fell from the rack.
" What's with all the ruckus?"
Another chef ran into the kitchen. This one was wearing an ascot, too, but was black skin and had dreadlocks. It didn't take him long to find his friend on the ground and a boy with a yellow scarf pulling on his leg.
" Who the hell are you?"
" Rrrrwwrrr?"
Nail jumped off the chef's leg and jumped towards the other chef. The chef fell on the ground. Nail squeezed his neck with his left hand, which he used his right hand to punch the chef. Nail punched him furiously in the nose. The chef's blood trickled out his nose and spattered on Nail's knuckles.
" Let him go!"
Nail looked up. Two chefs holding harpoon guns ran into the kitchen. Nail didn't know what harpoon guns could do, but his instincts told him to jump behind the table. Nail leaped behind the table as the harpoon guns fired. One harpoon bounced off the table and another fired into the wall. Nail never knew a weapon with so much magnitude. Nail grabbed the ropes of the harpoon and pulled them towards him. They got so close to him he punched them both in the face. The sound of bones cracking was music to Nail's ears.
Nail ran towards the door and broke through the door. Strange music was heard from a vinyl record. The music was crisp and clear, but it didn't make any sense. Nail ran like a dog to a table a man was seated and jumped in his soup.
" Hey!" The man yelled. " You ruined my lunch!"
Nail reacted. He turned around and kicked the man in his gut! The man coughed from his intestines being punched, and his throat was sore from the pain. Nail jumped off the table and threw it over.
Everyone in the Baratie was scared. Besides all the normal drunk fighting and mayhem, this boy was worse. He ripped the leg off the round table and threw it into the windows. The window crashed. Nail violently charged more tables and smashed them. Nail got splinters in his hand!
" Raaaarrrra!" Nail growled like a wild animal to the ceiling. " Roowrrrr!"
Nail heard the volume of the music increasing in the room. It was retro music. It was strange music. Hearing this music put Nail in a trance-like state. Nail tried covering his ears, but the music was confusing him. Everything turned into a blur. Nail yawned three times and collapsed on the floor.