Ionia groaned and stirred.  “Tammi?” she muttered, barely intelligibly, “You said we’d never get this drunk again.”<br/>No…  That was wrong.  This wasn’t a tavern floor—no straw, and tavern floors didn’t rock.  The aftertaste on her mouth certainly wasn’t her favorite mead.<br/>A whip cracked by her ear!<br/>“Oil of Tagit,” she muttered, “What’s the matter, can’t kidnap a five foot girl without poisons?”<br/>She winced as the whip cracked again and lifted her head, working her wrists in their bonds.  The pirate’s speech filled the proud girl with rage.  Green eyes flashed, and the lingering effects of the tagit oil and hints of sea sickness were all that stopped her from spitting on him.<br/>A man came up behind her and she couldn’t help but wince, expecting to be fondled. Her bonds were cut and she was released to get to work.  With another groan, the blond pulled to her knees.  She touched her head and smoothed her skirt, noting that she still had a few spell components tucked into the pleats.<em>I can make them pay when the time is right,</em>her mind whispered,<em>but not now.  Not far from port, with no allies, and no staff…</em><br/>As the thought of no allies played through her head, a petite red head reached down to help her to her feet.  The blond smiled weakly and accepted.  She paused to adjust to the bucking ship, but the pirates kept them moving.  With a gasp, she fell into the redhead’s arms, then leaned on her as they were lead out onto the deck.  “Thank you,” she gasped.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intelligence: 10<br/>Perception:  11<br/>K. Nature: 16<br/>Fortitude Save:  7</div></div>