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capt. deep was thrown into the brig, bolted and chained like some kind of monster. it was dark and wet there. rats snuck around her feet as she fell to her knees. her face was set in an expression of hate. her normally red eyes were ablaze. she wanted to scream but knew that would do nothing but hurt her vocal cords and make her seem like an obnoxious brat throwinga fit. she instead wandered about looking desperately for a way out. then the though came to her "what about my ship?" the commador was probably working on having it destroyed by now, she couldn't feel the boat moving. they were still in place. capt. deep remembered her crew. were they really here? or was that just a horrible trick? then she heard something move over behind her. she turned, and grabbed one of her swords. they had not been confiscated, and she was tankful of that. she moved closer to whatever it was that had moved, and found her crew sleeping in the darkness.