Stavanger Bay Get you all alone

His eyes shuttered, fighting to keep in the world of the awake. It would surely mean death if he closed his eyes then. He instead tilted their vacancy to the pirate, his face slack. No wild grin, no sneer, no words of horror.
Nothing.
He was nothing.
An urge prodded at him, trying to stir something in him. His body didn't react at all. No hint of rising; not yet. No suggestion of words; not yet. What was he going to do?

Get up

No

You have to

Why

Survive

Survival. It was the core of nature and yet he had no intention to do so. He wanted to be washed away there and then, a stain wiped from the face of the Earth. Yet, he couldn't resist the calling the Mother imposed on him; he had to oblige. And he did.
Legs slowly moving under him, he tried to rise. His torn and broken limb still attached by some tendon that hadn't rotten or severed. Pain, nausea. It all swam through his head, swayed his body. Without the support of four legs, he collapsed with a grunt, a silent cry of pain. 
He wouldn't survive long.

Turning pleading eyes to the wolves, he blinked. Himself unsure of what he should do apart from trying again. So he did. He slumped into a sitting position, balancing precariously. His head hung, panting softly despite the chill air. Expecting more words to be spoken at him, to again feel the bite of their jaws. He expected the pain now; it was all that happened. It repented his sins.
He knew that as soon as his prayer was uttered, he'd be taken. That's if the Mother deemed him to have suffered enough.
He believed so.