Matheria sat on the small cot that made up almost all of the furnishings in the small cell. It was bleak and oppressive with steel barred, reinforced walls on three sides and the ship's thick wooden outer wall making up the fourth. It left little room for privacy and modesty, but that did not bother her in the least. What did bother her was that of all the guards posted to watch over the "dangerous prisoners" she had only managed to get one to even acknowledge her. It was not going to be easy to convince him to free her and her first mate if she did not get to see him more. Sure, she had a contingency in place for when they arrived in Cane's Anchor but she liked to have options. She had not avoided capture for fourteen years by leaving things to chance.<br/><br/>That she had been captured at all still rankled. She thought she could trust her crew but they had surrendered. She would have gotten them out if they had only fought harder. Now they were on another ship bound for ten years of hard labour while she and Charity were bound for trial. A huff of disgust passed her lips. Saying that she was going to get a fair trial was like saying that tying a bag of rocks to her back and telling to to swim to shore was fair. In this case though, the insistence on bureaucracy was helpful. It was giving her time to plan a daring escape.<br/><br/>For now though, she was wavering between bored and on edge. There was something in the air and it was not simply the saltiness of the sea. There seemed something tickling at her senses, like the smell of ozone right before a lightning strike. "Charity," she called softly to the next cell without looking over "do you feel that?" Both women had sensitivity to the unnatural due to their heritages and Matty had learned to trust that intuition. The sensation grew worse and the aasimar found it impossible to sit still. She paced back and forth like the caged animal that she was, fervently wishing that the cells had a porthole so she could see what was coming.<br/><br/>Large amethyst eyes seemed to scan around the cell, hoping for a means to free herself. Something was coming, something she was more and more certain was very bad. "Guard!" She finally called out. "Guard, you have to warn the captain to reverse course before it is too late! Tell the fool to reverse course before he dooms is all!"<br/><br/>She felt a sudden chill and she swore she heard a soft, sinister whisper in her ear "too late."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>