08-11-2016, 08:42 PM
Fenris didn't quite know what was going on... Actually, take that back - he knew exactly what was going on, but he was trying his best not to acknowledge it. This time around, though, his problems wouldn't just go away. The crew he'd been a part of had been decimated on the seas not too many hours before. Their galleon ship was blown to bits and in the midst of it, Fenris found himself scampering onto the enemy ship without thinking. He didn't want to die out in the middle of the ocean so he hadn't even considered the consequences of his actions. He'd either been knocked out or smothered, or maybe he'd passed out from the stress of the situation. All he knew was that he wasn't on his ship anymore and his crew was nowhere to be found. Instead, Fenris sat in the hull of what he assumed to be the enemy ship, chained against the wall with a single cuff around his right wrist. While it was free game with his other arm and legs, the one cuff was enough to keep him from being able to get far. Fenris sat for some minutes before he figured sitting and doing nothing was going to get him nowhere, so he began scoping out the room and toying with the cuff. The cuff itself looked old and used, and it was a bit rusted. Maybe he could break it? He didn't care if anyone heard, it'd be bad either way he gathered, so Fenris raised his wrist and slammed the cuff against the floor, continuing this routine in the hopes that maybe it would break off eventually.