Your new accomidations

You are led below decks, the smell of gruel cooking as you are led past the galley to the ship's hold. As your eyes adjust you notice a pair of cells facing each other, the cell to your right empty, the cell to your left containing a few prisoners, one of them licking the bar as he eyes Grace.

"Mmmm she looks tasty..." He groans with a devious grin.

"Shut your fucking face!" a burly marine shouts as he smacks his hand with a club.

The man falling back while crying out in pain, "Ahhhh you broke my hand!"

"Fucking pirates..." The Marine laughs in response as he leads you all into the empty cell. You hear him locking it behind you before he says with a smile. "If you got to shite there is a hole over there... dinner served in an hour." Smiling he adds, "Enjoy your stay."

"Well at least there's a shitter..." You say with a laugh as you sit on a pile of hay, the guard heading back towards the galley.

"This isn't funny... we are right back where we started..." Azul scoffs angrily.

"Not exactly, at least we aren't below Silva's arena." You point out.

"Yeah doesn't change the fact were stuck in here..." Azul replies before sighing with frustration.

You rise as a troupe of marines approach and unlock the gate. One of them pointing to you and shouting, "The Captain wants to see you."

Pausing for a moment, you hear the guard shout, "Well move your ass before I drag you out."

"Yeah..." you scoff as you step out, the gate locking behind you as you are led past the galley to a large wooden door. The lead marine knocks on the door, "Sir the prisoner is here as ordered."

"Enter..." You hear a voice call from the inside.

Two of the marines post by the door as a third pushes you before the Captain.

Captain Turid looks up at you as he examines a piece of paper, "Do sit..."

You step forward and sit in a small chair as the Captain looks over at you with a smile. "Nothing happens on this river without me knowing... especially when I have a fugitive on the run..."

Slapping the paper on a table beside you, the Captain adds, "Take a look..."

Your eyes wander over to see its a wanted poster with a sketch of both you and Azul.

"I told you I never forget a face..." Turid says with a grin, before laughing, "Never thought I would run into Prince fucking John today."

Sitting on his desk he asks, "You know your uncle is offering quite the reward for your neck..."

"Usurpers like him always do..." You scoff before asking, "I assume you are too eager to suck his cock and collect?"

Smiling Turid says, "Mmmm luckily for you I am not much of a cocksucker. The Company pays me handsomely enough... Besides they would hang me if I made such a decision on my own." Standing up he adds, "No. The Company will want to decide what to do with you... think I will get a promotion for bringing them such a prize...."

"What would the company want with me...?" You ask with curiosity as Turid pours two glasses of rum.

"Mmmm that's up for the company to decide." He replies as he hands you a glass. "Got this off a smuggler last week, better than the piss you drink at home."

Taking the glass you down it before asking, "I assume they are no friends of my uncle."

"The Company is not known for making friends... especially those who have no appreciation for free trade..." He replies with a grin.

"If my uncle finds out you have me..."

Turid cuts you off, "Not even Kings dare cross us... then they have problems at the docks... and the trade routes start drying up."

"I suppose it would be out of the question to release us..." You ask.

"Yes it would. We will arrive at the Regional Company headquarters by nightfall... until then I hope you enjoy your stay." He says before he motions to the marines.

A marine picks you up out of the chair and leads you to the door, pausing as Captain Turid adds, "Oh I almost forgot... behave and I will have your companion's leg looked at frequently." Stepping towards you he adds, "But if you try to escape..." Leaning in he snarls, "I will chain you down as I toss your friend in with the pirates... let you watch them have their fun... got it?"

"Yeah I got it..." You reply with anger as the marines drag you back to your cell. Tucking a fork into your sleeve...