It was not until they came to a stop was Atnorsa aware of the motion that had been carrying them, but instead of the steady sensation of flow from somewhere low beneath her back, there was stillness, the big vessel rocking faintly, creaking above and around her.<br/><br/>The hours that she'd had to lay alone had been spent working, and in pain. Relentlessly she'd pulled and strained at her restraints, figuring that even if the irons did not give, there might be a weakness in the boards of the creaky old ship into which the bases of the chains were set.<br/><br/>What really tipped off that they'd reached there destination were the sounds that bled through the deck into the rooms below - most of them had been relatively still and quiet for the trip, but when they came to shore, Atnorsa heard the scrape and thud of a plank being set from ship to shore, and the flurry of motion as they all walked the deck.<br/><br/>Belowdecks, the pale warrior went still, at peace for the moment with the ache in her mouth - the blood had long since stopped, and the strangeness between her thighs had subsided - and listened, trying to determine what would await her above.