<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br/>Catherine watched the port disappearing into the distance through the large window in the captain’s cabin as the ship gently tossed her this way and that against her restraints. She was afraid to ask what Blood had in store for her, to keep her chained here for the captain’s own personal pleasure or throw her to the pack of dogs that barked just outside.<br/><br/>In her mind she wondered how long they would be at sea and whether she would survive to ever see land again. If she ever returned home, would the shame of what she felt was about to happen ever allow her to meet her father’s accusing stare?<br/><br/>Mary, she noticed, seemed to be having similar misgivings. “Captain, there is nowhere for us to go. Why don’t you release us from these chains? Or is it that the sight of a woman bound and helpless gives you a perverse thrill?”<br/>