Annie was feeling dizzy. Being stuck in the brig of this man-o-war with no windows or fresh air was increasing her motion sickness. She could hear stuff sliding across the deck above.
The pirates had captured her while stealing some ancient artifact. They mumbled something about finally having a missing piece.
Nobody had been down to check on her in hours and the voices had gone eerily quiet. It was midday, so most of the crew should be going about their duties.
Thankfully, that gave her plenty of time to work on the mechanism of her shackles with the fork that had come with her last meal.
She wasn’t sure what she’d do if she got free of the restraints, but she knew that trying was better than waiting.