Peter III Knocking the thought from his mind, he unwrapped a package that had been left by the door, he already knew what it was and it felt hot already in his hands. He placed the open bundle as far as his short arms would let him, into the stacks of dry wood. He paused again, swallowed, closed his eyes and fumbled to light the candle that had been given to him. He then placed the open flame into the wood and close to the fuel that would soon help the fire. He watched as the fire spread quickly and uncontrollably and horror filled his whole body. "What have I done?" he whispered as the flames quickly grew larger, he tried to move but his legs were frozen solidly to the floor and his eyes were mesmerised by the flames before him. They started to burn his eyes and skin and he turned towards the back door to complete his job but pains filled his short, fat body and he fled, running as fast as his legs would take him, and frequently looking back. He knew that his employer would not be happy and he knew he had to come up with a plan to escape the island before he was killed. Frantically, he ran into the dock and disappeared into the shadows of the fishing buildings. Almost at the top of the cliffs, a man watched, from where he stood on his balcony he had an excellent view of the town, docks and the sea. He watched the shipwrightery, seeing the smoke, he was pleased with his fat little choice, in this town not many people would've done what he requested. And it needed to be someone who could be disposed of easily. He watched his mouse scurry into the maze of the docks buildings and turned his gaze back to the smoke, and waited for the flames.