Aris scrubbed for what seemed like forever, watching the shadows of the crew move around her. She would have preferred to be thrown overboard, instead of being treated with such rudeness. Well, she figured, I am a stowaway, and a female on at that, and even the Royal Navy wouldn't be too kind to a carry-on such as myself.<br/><br/>"Oh boy," she grumbled "Grandfather wouldn't have treated m-" She sat straight up in stark surprise. Her blades! They were still down in the hold, unless one of those good-for-nothing pirates had found them. They were the only thing that kept her from going insane like the crew. She glanced around, no one was paying her any mind. Her sight wandered back to her duty. It's clean enough for a pirate ship, she assumed.<br/><br/>She made a mad dash to the hold, which was still open since her first run in with that German pirate. She scanned to see if anyone notices, but they were still busy with their piratey things. She hurried down the steps and peered into the dark void of the hold.