She was shocked when she wasn't thrown into a cage, thrown to the crew of the ship as a sexual object or even just beaten and thrown off of the ship. She didn't know what else to do. But the man, the one man who she knew wasn't the captain, helped her along the way. Let her eat, wash up, even gave her more than what she had worn which was nothing. Her master didn't allow her clothing. All she had was that wrap. But the heat was too much for it. This man gave her a shirt, long sleeves and went just right past her bottom. It wasn't the most practical thing but it was enough. She kept the shirt buttoned down a little low because of the heat.<br/><br/>She had been given a makeshift bed inside this room. She was guessing it was the captain's or the man who had been taking care of her. But when the man told her before he locked her in that the captain will be arriving shortly. The room was lavished compared to what the boat looked like. I mean it wasn't bad but it wasn't the Caesar's lavish boat.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before she finally fell asleep. The bedding wasn't the bed but it was better than sleeping on the cold marble floor. Her bones weren't hurting every second she twisted and turned because of the cold and the hardness of the floor. To her, this was the best bed she had ever slept in. But was suddenly woken by someone. A man. She looked up at him as he looked down at her. She was frozen in fear before scrambling away and into the corner where she could go no further.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry." She whimpered as she tried to hide her face from the man she assumed to be the captain. He was a tall and a bit of an intimidating man. Quite good looking but scared her. Men scared her in general.