Waves crash against the ship. The ground sways beneath me as I enter the dimly lit room below deck. I slick my damp hair back and take a seat, sighing at the girl chained to the ground. The nauseousness on her face was noticeable. Clearly, she wasn’t used to the sea life.

I rise to my feet, my tone low and husky, yet slightly sympathetic

“You alright, Princess? If you need some water or a bucket to throw up in…Just say something”