Zach awoke as the ship stopped. The sudden change in momentum caused cargo adjacent to his crate to strike the wooden box. Zach was shoved by the force and landed on his side. He was sleeping with his back on the vertex of two walls, so he could stretch out his legs comfortably. Peering out of an air hole, Zach could tell he had made quite a trip. The town was a slum, and the ground layered with sand. The desert covered the whole horizon, with little vegetation present. The day had just ended, and the moon peeked out behind the clouds. A little shower pelted the area, and Zach lapped at the air. He was not fed very often during the cruise. The crew were too lazy to meet Ivory and Diamond`s last request. Zach was to be properly taken care of, but it never occured. The letter explaining his treatment was stapled to the side of his crate, yet no one got the message. The ill placed letter flew awy into the ocean during a heavy storm. The crew would drop off milky colored bottles of water, and leftovers from the day`s lunch, usually with bite marks. Zach had also an empty bottle and jug, to do his business.

Zach shrank back into his corner as two protruding teeth slipped under the lid. A crowbar was being used to remove the lid. Zach was greeted by the captain of the Iron Goddess.
"Hello sport! You`re in Africa."