Today was supposed to be just another cargo transport for Adonis. The waters are calm. The night sky is clear. Perfect conditions. At least he thought so.

That is, until there's a woman's scream below deck. He and some other crew members rush downstairs, not knowing what to expect. It certainly isn't this.

A woman, dressed in rags, is holding a flimsy knife out to one of Adonis' crew members. She is clearly terrified and doesn't actually know how to use the knife properly, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't be able to hurt someone with it. The important question is who she is and how she got onto the Antigua.

"She was in the damn barrel," the man who found her explains. "I heard noise and came down to check. Damn brat scared the crap out of me."

Adonis eyes the woman curiously but doesn't step towards her. Yet. 

"Care to put that knife down, lady?" He asks her, the corner of his lips tilting upward slightly.