<div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/7787b0d9e76ab9ac2859adfcb17b3f23.jpg)</div>Shar-Ming opened her mouth to retort at the slender pale blond woman who assuredly spoke of their captors not being slavers, but caught her tongue as she considered the accuracy of that assessment.  No shackles.  And Antonio was here!  No one was bound to the planks of the lower deck.  She hugged herself while slowly nodding in agreement.<br/><br/>"I think you have the right of it.  We are in the hands of a Press Gang.  But whose?  And why do you think they will listen to anything we have to say?  We lack anything to bargain with...<br/><br/>Looking back towards Eliot, she shook her head at his protestations of benign impressions.   "I don't think you look like much of anything at all other than a naked boy.  I asked you if you had anything to help get out, because you were the only other one standing up without their hands between their thighs at the time."<br/><br/>Reaching out to give Antonio a hand standing up, she moistened her lips and looked around for any water.   The salt air is going to dry us out very quickly as we are.  I hope our captors bring water soon, else we might not be good for much of anything..."