She had settled on the bed, knees tucked under and slightly to the side of herself. She took the soup with a thank you and began eating slowly. "I...I'm not sure," she said hesitantly, spoon resting in the bowl. "I remember...I was taken from somewhere. it was a few weeks ago. It was dirty and dank. Some of the men who came were dirty, but the men asking questions were clean, civilized." She bit her lip in thought. "Once, a man who looked like a pirate captain came in and argued with the man who had been asking the questions. I don't know what his name was."<br/><br/>Suddenly overcome, she put down her bowl and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry," she said, shakily. "I just...remember. Nothing really specific, but..." She trailed off. She remembered the pain. The yelling. Insisting she didn't know anything. The terror of being unable to make the pain stop. The feeling of being choked, of being whipped. How the darkness had closed in on her. How they had used water to nearly drown her, over and over. Still she could tell them nothing. Eventually, she had given them the two lines of that poem. Rather than let her go, they had brought her far out to sea and thrown her overboard.<br/><br/>She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, trying not to throw up as memories slunk up to the forefront of her mind.