You stared down at Crocodile, your captain's prisoner, as he spat blood on the floor. He was on his knees, chained and covered in bruises and his own blood.

Your captain walked out, throwing a bloody towel at you. "Clean this up," he demanded, slamming the door behind him.

You lowered your head, unable to look at the prisoner as you lowered yourself to your knees to mop up the blood under him.

"Got a smoke?" He said in a raspy voice.