Samantha sat in her cage, conserving her energy as she knew she would probably need it. She had an expression on her face of dead focus. As she sat there she considered her predicament, she had no memory of being captured. The night before was all a blur, she had began partying early after a concert, and blacked out up until the next morning, when she was already in a cage.<br/><br/><em>"It couldn't be that bad,"</em>she thought to herself, chances were that they would let her out of that cage eventually, and when they did, she would come up with a plan to escape. She watched quietly out of the bars, trying to count how many captors she had to worry about once she got out, and trying to figure out her surroundings.<br/><br/>As she continued to look around she slowly began to realize that she was in more trouble than she had originally thought. The trip was bumpy, and the the smell of salt water filled the ship. The fact that she was on a ship in the ocean was an easy guess. She kept track of the kinds of weapons the guards had, they were well armed, and escaping would probably have to come with gunshot wounds and end in a hospital trip. The longer she was on the boat made her grow increasingly worried, as it meant there was less and less possibility of getting rescued.