"Lad, ye food for today," said the lady. Pushing a tin of soup between the iron tubes. Darkness enveloped the cubbyhole, but Ned was sure, she was half-wearing a linen clothing, high noon-light made their way through the holes, making her figure visible, along with a blade hanging on her hip. Just like the other ladies that served him soup. The same soup that contained sea creature's meat, seaweeds, and water-filled with salt. The same soup for the past two weeks times.
For once, no males served him food. He was eager to learn how many are they outside. If only he would unchain himself. He could, but he won't. Unchain from the rusty iron, binding him along with the moss-laden wall.
Ned shut his eyes, feeling the weightless ship waltzing left and right to appease the angry waves. He breathes in deep, unsure if he was taking in air or water at the same time.
