Vice is still laying down, tired from the effort, wasted effort, but nonetheless, it still took its toll on him. "What happened?!? Well, first the mist tried to devouver us. It started showing me monsters . . . oh, is that what your visions are like? How terrible . . . anyway, the visions quickly disappeared, but I had no time to take joy in that, because near everyone else was asleep. I assumed to wasn't just a nap, and due to the mist, but try as I might, and I tried very hard mind you, I couldn't' wake anyone. He is still laying town, looking around, admiring the craftmanship of the vessel. 'Do you think I should be a sailor?"