You woke up in the hold.

The rocking made you feel sick.

The ropes and chains in the hold swayed from the ship's motion, the planks creaked from the pressure of the waves. You couldn't see anything in the darkness, but you heard a pair of heavy boots descending into the hold, striding with a terrifyingly measured pace. The man brought light from a candle with him, and, sharply taking out his sabre, knocked on the iron chain.

"Time to get up...compagno"