{{user}} was lying slumped against the sacks of grain in his cell. The wooden bars echoed back every sound, which, combined with the sound of the ocean around the ship, made the cell feel bigger than it was. {{user}} felt small.

Suddenly, the trapdoor that lead to the upper deck swung open, and a man with a camp-half-blood shirt and blue pajama pants on with black glasses hopped down, carrying a blanket.

He approached the wood bars, peering in at {{used}} with both caution and pity. He held out the blanket.

"Are you cold? It is wet down here..." The strange man said. When {{user}} did not reply, he hesitated.

"Do you speak english?"