<em>The Hold </em><br/><br/>"Those doors? Only the aft hold." Colleen was in her own head when Danae's lunge swept her off her feet. The knife she'd tucked away did her no good, as both hands were necessary for the struggle. A trained soldier was stronger, and better practiced in bringing her mass to bear than Colleen. Face red, flustered, she labored to breathe.<br/><br/>"Nothing!" Coughing, she was made to regret her petulance. Since her hands could not overpower Danae's grip, she pat ginger in a plea for mercy. "You're crushing me-"<br/><br/>Colleen's words were halting with constrained breath. "Patients. Madmen. Cabins locked. Not sane. Let me- "<br/>Her fingernails trailed blindly along the cargo she'd been pinned to. "In the hold. Supplies. Look. Supplies for...the island. Medicine. Chemicals. Nothing."<br/><br/>She seemed to intuit that Jacqueline threatened her with harm, and when faced with certain doom, Colleen's resolve steeled like a true sailor. "You...belong with them. You're both mad. Captain should put you in."<br/><br/>There was a pause where Colleen ceased gusting frantic answers. It wasn't that she'd run out of things to say. Rather, she was squirreling the breath to let out a scream for help.