<div style="background-color:#353535; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="text-align: justify;">Mallory received the same treatment as Blake - being thrown, caught, released, and left in near-total darkness. And they weren't alone. The chatty boy, Shitsack, seemed decidedly untrustworthy. He probably thought he was so much smarter than he really was. Each and every one of the four strange kids was as filthy as Blake and Mallory had been before Margo, but they all wore clothes similar to what they themselves were wearing.<br/><br/>"D'you also know Margo?" Mallory asked bitterly. She did not want to be friends with these weirdos, but she also didn't want them to murder her. And she didn't trust any of them, especially not Shitsack. He was in a far too good mood. And the girl in the corner was probably a witch or a wererat or something. Mallory peered at her cautiously. The girl didn't move. Maybe she was dead. She wouldn't put it past Shitsack not to notice, and they all stank so much already that a decomposing body could easily go unnoticed.<br/><br/>The three boys nodded in response to her question.<br/><br/>"She trapsed us," Dingus said in a surprisingly squeaky voice. "Yes, she trapsed us," Gill repeated in a demented chorus. Mallory felt less and less safe with every passing moment.<br/><br/>"Trapped us too, didn't she, Blake?" She asked her only friend in the world. "We nearly got away," she continued, and proudly showed them her bloody knuckles. "This is from when I punched her. She never saw it coming. But that asshole," she spat at the deck, "he got us. An' he knocked us out and now we's here." She spat again to punctuate her statement, then looked up, giving Shitsack a calculating look. "We're pirates."</div></div>