“She did her best, but y’know. Pirate. He had heard worse.” Cooper shrugged and turned his palms to the sky.<em>Whatcha gonna do?</em>“He listened with a smile, and bowed, and came back for lunch.”<br/><br/>Here he paused for a moment to stoop and pick something out of the gravel path. A glint of sun on metal had caught his eye and long habit of tidying any beach he happened to be on had him snatching it up before someone could step on it. What the heck was this thing anyway? A little scrap of wrought iron, or a clip from an incredibly sturdy fountain pen? Either way, it had given him another idea.<br/><br/>“Rosalinde spent the day - when she wasn’t cussing out Melendez, I mean - searching the room for anything she could use to escape. And along about evening, she found a little piece of iron. Something like this.” He held up the little whatever-it-was pinched between two fingers and squinted at it. “The pin from a brooch, or maybe the tongue from a buckle. Hard to say. Anyway, it was just right for her to use to try to pick the lock on her door. So she waited until the middle of the night, when all the guards were probably dozing after another big booze up, and went to work.”