Cervantes led her up the stairs towards the upper deck to a door that led into the sealord’s quarters. He opened the door and motioned her in, once she did he addressed the helmsman. “Take us back home.” The man relayed the message and soon the ships set sail.<br/><br/>He followed her inside, his quarters were sparse and small. A desk with charts and scrolls, a bed of no distinc decoration and a handful of chest that contained all the necessities of life out of place to prevent a mess in the event of rough waters. He opened a door within the quarters which led to a nother quarters about the same size, decorated similarly.<br/><br/>“Before you enter strip down, I will not permit you to take your life because I failed to remove you of any other weapons you may have hidden.” He closed the gap once more, his hand wrapping around the throat this time. “Your life is mine now general.” Cervantes implied he knew of her custom of ritualistic suicide.<br/>