Aris' eyes opened mere moments after she was thrown overboard. She let out a gasp, but nearly choked on the air rushing into her windpipe. She could hardly think as she watched the big blue-green ocean grow closer and closer to her.<span style="font-style: italic">Those bastards... actually did it...</span>The thought was the only one that was prominent as the numbness of the severity of her current situation began to wear off.<br/><br/>She soon realized what danger she was in, but she did nothing. She could do nothing. She wanted to scream, but she fell silent, mute from shock. Her arms were spread, catching the air as she plummeted. Her eyes wide, watching as her fate was sealed.<br/><br/>Or, that's what she thought. The next thing Aris knew, she heard a shout from above, looked up, and saw Captain Rotter, in the middle of a whirlwind of white, thin snakes. She latched herself onto his leg, mostly out of the fear that she would have nothing to hold onto as she sank into the ocean. The captain must not have realized she was there, as she suddenly felt his boot collide with her face, causing her nose to bleed again. She refused to let go, and was promptly handed one of her own blades by Rotter, who screamed for her to cut the 'damn' bandages as they furled around her and the two men. She slashed at them as fast as she could, while Rotter tied a rogue bandage tightly to her arm.<br/><br/>The four blades whirred, furiously cutting the constantly-regrowing cloths. One wrapped tightly around Aris' neck, but she hacked it off. They were surrounded by the bandages, Yagos slicing the bandages so fast she thought she was going at a snail's pace, Rotter shouting constantly for them to keep cutting them.<br/><br/>They were soon hovering over the Pervy Freedom, Aris could see the bandages wrap around the unconscious Ganelon, along with two other women, one of which looked at Rotter with such rage Aris thought if looks could kill, the Captian would be in the last floor of Hell by now. He let out a laugh, watching as the woman struggled with her bindings while they flew into the sky in a ball of swirling cloth.<br/><br/>Aris could see the Crow fall back to the ship, but she did not have enough time to feel sorry for the man. The sound of a gun shot was ringing in her ears, and she looked up to see Queen Efer's sword cut through the only thing that kept the stowaway attached to the now-injured captain. She stared wide-eyed as the bandage tied to her arm grew limp, and she felt her heart plummet as she fell to the Pervy Freedom.<br/><br/>She landed on the deck with a thud, letting out a scream of pain as something beneath her crunched on impact. She had landed on her side, so Aris could only guess it was her ribs that had gotten cracked, judging from the intense pain flooding through her chest. Her grip on her lone blade grew so tight her knuckles turned white.<br/><br/>Aris didn't have enough time to worry about the pain, however, as she felt multiple men grab onto her, ripping her scimitar from her hand. All of the pent up rage she had been saving to release on some fool pirate aboard the Flying Rotsman, all the curses she had heard, she let it all loose then and there. She bit, cursed, kicked and swore, she was not about to let herself be thrown overboard again without a fight.<br/><br/>This time, however, they did not throw her overboard. Instead, she was taken into the hold, kicking and screaming the whole way. They shoved her into a small, damp room, devoid of light. As soon as she landed on her feet, she made a running start at the already closed door. "<span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Come back and fight, you bastards!</span>" she screeched, slamming her shoulder into the door with all her might. She doubled over in pain, wrapping her arms around her chest. Tears squeezed out of her eyes as she backed away from the door, pressing her back against the wall. Aris sank to the floor, teeth gritted out of pain.<br/><br/>The adrenaline running out of her, she glanced down at the limp bandage that hung from her arm. She ran it through her fingers, eyes narrowed.<span style="font-style: italic">Rotter, I swear if I get out of this...</span>She didn't dare finish that thought, she already knew, if she wasn't being fed to sharks today, she would be used for target practice once the men aboard had stripped her of her remaining dignity and clothing. She silently cursed the woman who had cut her from the captain, Aris wanted revenge for what Efer had done, to her and her captain.