Rorik once again had a chat with the Captain, who for some reason insisted that he be called James. Still, Rorik had no clue how they had found him, where they had come from, what they wanted, or anything else for that matter. On a gamble, he decided to ask the last question on his mind.<br/><br/>"Ah, you see, that's a good question" James began, "Because it just so happens that we're gonna need you in just a moment." He paced down to Hydran's cell, and began to talk to her "Will you miss Rorik, dear?" he chided. She spat in his face, tears still in her eyes.<br/>"Wait- what did you just say?" rorik pressed jup against the bars, "What did you just say about me?!"<br/>"Ah yes Rorik, you won't survive this." James walked back over to Rorik, "It seems as the time has almost come as well. You see, the bade you posses in your right hand: that's what we're after."<br/>Rorik gasped, but James continued, "For you see, we believe that the very will of one's soul, such as what your blade uses, can destroy virtually any obstacle. I'm not sure why Captain Blue gave you that blessing in the first place. You don't stay out of trouble enough for it to be...safe."<br/><br/>Rorik had to sit down; his head was spinning. What they were gonna do to him was worse then death. He struggled when they came into the cage, but he had no strength to fight. He was too hungry to fight and too flabbergasted to use the blade. Hydran could do nothing but sit and watch as horror as they dragged him down onto a lower deck.<br/><br/>They were gonna make him a souless zombie, and neither of them could do anyhing about it. Hydran turned back to crying, and wept as she hoped gthat maybe PDP, or David, or someone would get there in time to save him.<br/><br/>she also thought, 'Why the heck does Rorik get into som much trouble so often?!'