Mariana ate a full afternoon breakfast while the men gave her concerned looks. She didn't want to be stuck in that cabin any longer. Gods only knew just how crazy she would have become there.
She moved a piece of steak around on her plate, unsure whether she was supposed to finish the whole thing. She did feel like eating it, but her upbringing still stuck with her; she wasn't supposed to demand too much air, attention, or resources.
She tried bringing the fork to her lips. This was so peculiar. Not even captains got such luxurious treatment on pirate ships, but what did that make her? Captain, and something else? A valuable prisoner?
She shook her head, trying to get the thought back into the depths of her mind, where it rightfully belonged. She wasn't going to entertain another idea that would make her succumb to the victim mindset. Mariana had made her own choices and it wasn't Daniel's fault that she was here now.
"Where are we?" she asked.
