Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140302023456/@comment-25146201-20140302193054

(Oh, sorry Rider.)

(I'm really glad you mentioned the captain's quarters Gold, that's where the story takes off, and gets grim...)

The fighting had died down now. The ones who had cheated death retreating under the deck, raiding weapons and killing stray guards. The upper floors were mostly clear, the odd ex-con scrambling through, and the few surviving guards rounded themselves up on the deck, among the corpses of the more foolish prisoners.

The very bottom floor of the ship was mostly flooded by now, but no prisoner had made it down there, for it was tightly secured with a vault door. What could they be guarding down there?