Lady Catherine Montrose stood in the centre of the small cabin that rocked gently back and forth with the tide. Her hands were raised above her head, holding onto the chains of her manacles to prevent the sharp iron edges digging into her porcelain skin. She looked up at the light, reddening cuts on her wrists and allowed her eyes to follow the heavy chains upwards to the great ring embedded into the heavy oak beam.<br/><br/>She’d already tested her bonds, set her strength and slight weight against the chains and the ring but neither would give. Though the metal bands about her delicate wrists were loose, she was unable to squeeze her and through, though she continued to try from time to time.<br/><br/>And so she stood, her head held defiantly, awaiting the pirate captain’s pleasure.<br/>