Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140302023456/@comment-11457306-20140302182347

She was on her own. No surprise there. She could hear shouts and knew there was mass confusion on board. The worst part would be now, at the beginning, until the weak were killed off and the pecking order was re-established. She needed to lay low. Quickly she picked up the slop bucket and dumped it, rinsing it in the water which had leaked into the cell. It did not appear to be rising any further, which meant the ship had settled, or stuck on something. She began to gather anything left which might be of use.

There wasn't much left, but she retrieved a few food items from under the benches where they had rolled. She went over the Redguard carefully inspite of him looking more like something left from carrion eaters now. She found a small hideout dagger tucked into his wiry hair and almost crowed with excitement, but she kept quiet and tucked it into her breast band, turning her back so no one could see--although it appeared that everyone had moved on. Other items went into the bucket, most of no value that she could see now--but one never knew.

She moved carefully into the companionway, out of the cell, keeping her eyes open for anything useful and watching for threats. Even in the worst days in prision, she had never been more frightened.