Hey, he's gotta have fun somehow.

Disclaimer: I don't own Dishonored.

Will Bailey is just a standard, run-of-the-mill Whaler landed with his boat at Dunwall, just enjoying some time alone and a bottle of whiskey while his crew's away on a relatively warm afternoon, it was nice to feel the summer starting.

Corvo Attano is anything but normal, he was the Lord Protector of Empress Jessamine Kaldwin prior to being framed for her assassination, and is now taking on such role for revenge, he is also, by all means, frickin' crazy, and bored out of his mind, luckily he spots a lone, Drunken Whaler, with a devious plan coming together in his head.

Will, on the other hand, was half-asleep until he heard a familiar song, coming from seemingly nowhere.

"What will you do with a Drunken Whaler..." He looked around.

"Hello?" Calling out whoever was doing this.

"What will you do with a Drunken Whaler, what will you do with a Drunken Whaler, early in the morning..." He started to go throughout the boat, genuinely confused. Much to Corvo's amusement. "Way, hey, and up, she rises, way, hey, and up, she rises, way, hey, and up, she rises, early in the morning..." Whenever he got close, Corvo would just Blink away and continue, and right at the bow, Bailey was suddenly grabbed and forced into a large bag, the opening of it being tied closed by a rope, Corvo's tone suddenly became harsher, more sadistic. "Stuff him in a sack and throw him over! Stuff him in a sack and throw him over! Stuff him in a sack and throw him over! Early in the morning!" At that moment, Bailey was thrown over, suspended roughly five inches from the ground. Swarms of rats were suddenly called below him, trying fruitlessly to eat him alive from a relatively high place. "Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner! Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner! Feed him to the hungry rats for dinner! Early in the morning!" Each line of the song he sang, the swarm grew and grew. "Way, hey, and up, she rises! Way, hey, and up, she rises! Way, hey, and up, she rises! Early in the morning!" The swarm dispersed and Corvo pulled the poor whaler back up, then, he took out his upgraded pistol, capable of firing three rounds before reloading, his tone calming again.

"Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol..."

He fired into the deck next to him.

"Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol..."

Again.

"Shoot him through the heart with a loaded pistol..."

Again.

"Early in the morning..."

He unfolded his sword, making miniscule cuts into the bag, just enough to give minor scars to him.

"Slice his throat with a rusty cleaver, slice his throat with a rusty cleaver, slice his throat with a rusty cleaver, early in the morning..." He stopped. "Way, hey, and up, she rises, way, hey, and up, she rises, way, hey, and up she rises, early in the morning..." The sack was cut open, and a sharp pain was felt at the base of Bailey's neck.

He awoke to find himself sitting in the same spot as before, with the same empty bottle, but this time, there was an audiograph player next to him, with a card in it. Reluctantly, he played it.

What will you do with a drunken whaler...

His heart skipped a beat, and far away, looking through his mask optics, Corvo's sides hurt from laughing.