Lucius sighed as he sat back in the dark cell he was currently living in. A skeleton sat in the corner, slumped over against the bars. He picked at his nails as he heard the crew above begin to wake up and begin their daily duties. He cursed to himself, knowing that now they'd be down in a minute to make him do whatever they thought necessary. Whether that be make food, mop the deck, or set him on fire just for laughs. He would rather be dead now, but he still had a bit of hope that he'd be able to return to "The Revenge" where his love, Black Pete, was.