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she casually walked in front of him, stealing the keys and dagger as they were shoved by the crowd, all who wanted to try and teach capt. deep a lesson. but capt. deep was going to teach them a lesson - you dont mess with capt. deep. the rope was slung around her neck, the keys and dagger were in her front pocket. the dager had a small leather pouch over it. her wrists and ankles were tied, and then capt. deep realized what had just happened. it was ok. she could swwing her arms under her fet like a jump rope if she scrunched up enough.the rope was tightened, capt. deep pulled the dagger from its leather pouch. she held it betwen her hands, and was ready to use it. she had to be quick, if she wasnt, she would die. it would be even worse with her arms flying every which way. one uniformed man read her treasons to society, and the executioner slid his hands around the switch to let the plank below her go. the man in uniform finished, and the exectutioner pulled the lever. cries of joy quickly turned to cries of confusion. capt. deep cut the ropes around her wrists, feeling a sharp pang of pain in her plam. but ignoring it, then slicing the rope that had her neck. she rolled in the air, landed, cut her feet lose, and jumped on top of the wooden craft that held her up to be hung. "you can always remember this as the day you almost caught. the great capt. deep." she slung the extra ropes at them, and leat out into the crowd. no matter how many civilians tried to stop her, one threat with the dagger got them off of her. she went back into the building, he keys jingling in her pocket. she got her things from the storage room, put them on, and then ran to get her crew. she set each one free. "we're getting out of here!"