Katja would find her facial expression move toward a faint smile as she heard the crack of a whip. The yelp out in pain was almost music to her ears as she realized that it was not her body being introduced to the whip just yet. She would certainly have ample opportunity in the future, but for now she would find that not being the focus of attention was a good thing. So long as her body did not attract attention either, maybe this whole thing could be endured by simply not being the one that stuck out like a sore thumb. Of course there would be nothing she could do if whoever was attempting to untie her decided that they wanted to have their way with her either.<br/><br/>At least she knew where she was. Apparently press-ganged into service on a ship. It was not quite how the dreams of grandeur quite go. No one ever dreams of being the lowest part of the totem pole. Dreams are of having hundreds of ships in your fleet and an iron fist that no one would dare question. Not this.. the harsh reality of the situation being as it is, Katja at least had her start.