The pirate holding Alma picked up a piece of rope thrown on the deck and tied her hands behind her back with it. And he took out the scarf he was wearing on his head and closed her mouth with it strapping on the two ends of it tightly back of her head.
All that could be heard now was her muffled sobs.
I was worried about Alma. This whole situation must have caused her a terrible shock.
I looked at our crewmen, immobilized under the threat of blades. There was no terror in their eyes, not even a slight trace of fear. What they felt was a shame. Shame and humiliation that they could not protect us, the women, their Captain, their ship, their lives.
I felt full sympathy for them. I wanted to hug them and tell them that they were not guilty of anything and stop feeling that way.
I suddenly realized that one of our crew was not with us. Tobias!
