<div class="floatright">(https://i.gyazo.com/7787b0d9e76ab9ac2859adfcb17b3f23.jpg)</div>Voices muttering broke the hazy silence of unconsciousness for Shar-Ming.  Her lips were dry and cracked, her tongue felt like it was wrapped in cotton gauze, and her eyes were crusted and filmy.  She felt the acrid tang of salt air upon her naked skin, and she sat up with a startled haste, glancing to and fro with panic.  There were naked bodies all around her, and she noted the rocking of the sea beneath her exposed body.  Desperation filled her throat like a bitter bile, and she stood up only to throw herself against the partitions sealing her inside this cell.<br/><br/>"Noooo...  No, No, NO!!!" she wailed, certain that she was now back on a slave-ship heading back to the nightmare from which she had only just escaped.  Her fists banged on the walls, as she searched for a way out, a doorway that could be jimmied, a guard that could be coerced, something... anything.<br/><br/>Finally noticing there were two other conscious beings besides herself, she looked first at the huddled blond woman covering her nakedness and asked  "Who are you?  How did we get here?" before turning her attention to the other person of interest.  This one was a young man, smoothing his hands over the walls of their prison much as she was doing, both apparently seeking an egress.  "Do you have anything to slide a latch?  Something to pick tumblers?"<br/><br/>