"Thanks," she said, taking the wine and sipping at it. "I could eat," she admitted. In reality, she was starving. It felt like she hadn't eaten in days. Sipping at her wine again, she looked around idly.<br/><br/>As she looked upon the golden earrings that sat on the captain's desk, something struck her. "I was attacked," she said suddenly. "By a man. They wanted to know the location of something. Something valuable," she said quickly, as if she was trying to get the words out. "I told them I didn't know, but I think I was lying. I don't remember the location, or what it was they were looking for, but I remember that I<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>know where it is." She recalled a poem that she knew, long ago.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">In the cradle of the sea, between the rushing tides,<br/>Behind the devil's sharp-edged teeth, untold treasure hides.</span><br/><br/>There was more, but she couldn't remember it.