Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150102013629/@comment-10906938-20150104002546

(I hoped this wouldn't become such a big deal, and I'm sorry for any disruption this may have caused. In the future, I'll think of characters ahead of time so I'm not late for the start)

(What's this ship's class? Brig? Frigate?)

Amaury's head throbbed. The only light came through cracks between the timbers, of which there were few. When he tried to stand up, he hit his head on the low ceiling. There was some straw on the wooden planks for bedding, and just about enough room to curl into a ball. As he contemplated the course of the past five and a quarter hours, he started to get rather depressed. At least he wasn't bound. Or gagged.