[Vereena]
The rapturous roar erupted above the deck, cheering to whatever that cunt, Captain Estevez, Graviel, had said to them. I should have known better than to trust a man that I barely knew. I'm a fool. Blinded with his façade of kindness, and for what? For a damn dress. I even dragged Hugo to this mess, and now here we are, tied below the deck as prisoners.
My stomach churned with nausea as the putrid odor of urine and feces blended together and assaulted my senses. The back of my throat burned, and if not for the cloth stuffed into my mouth, certainly I would be bathing with my own vomit. Veering my gaze around me, squinting as I let my vision adjust to the dim surroundings. The only source of light seeping through the crevices from the floor above the deck. The ship groans with each dip, waves crashing at the hull.
