'Prisoner...' The word was known well enough by her kind. That was what she would become if she got herself trapped by a human. She looked like she was about to cry, her large dark eyes filled with fear and tears. The top half of her, the part of her that wasn't inside the seal skin, was bare, revealing her body to the rest of the crew. Normally this wouldn't have affected her, but with how the men stared with such eagerness, she wanted to curl up and hide.<br/><br/>She held herself low, slowly scooting towards an opening in the railing, a means of escape. But she was found out, as one of the men grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up. She let out a sharp cry, webbed hands clawing at him with long black nails. He hardly seemed to take notice as he pulled her towards the upper deck, where the higher ranked men roomed.<br/><br/>She was thrown into a fair sized room with a bed, a desk and a chair, all of which Mala had never seen before. Well, never whole, as she had seen some things like that in sunken wrecks. The door shut, and the Selkie lay on the floor, not even bothering to move. She let out a sob, covering her face with her arms.<br/><br/>What felt like hours later, but may have been less than that, the door was opened again. Mala lifted herself slightly, staring with fear at the young man who was so rudely thrown in with her. She shrank back, eyes large and still wet from crying. He spoke his name, which she repeated under her breath in Human tongue. He didn't seem as bad as the others, but she was still wary. "I'm... Mala" she said after a moment, her voice soft, with a tinge of sadness.