Captain Yager slammed the door closed and smooth down some of his hair that had fallen out of place. "So sorry about all of that. My men are...how do you say?... imbecilens. They lack all forms of finement." He sat back down on this chair and raised the cup again, this time, taking a sip. "Now while we sit and wait for the Profesore's reply-answer, tell me a teeny bit about youself. Like how rich yours family-a is or..."

She needed to get out of this room. The longer he was in front of her, the more nervous she got. It took all her strength not to put her hand in the pocket that had the keys.

"If you'll forgive me Captain, I'm feeling rather tired. I would like to rest."

At least that excuse might get her out his presence. Captain Yager nodded.

"Unfortuniously, we do not have a room for you. We do, however, have a cellar down in the brig that has.... something for sleepy by time." By his tone, it sounded like he was unsure of letting her go to the brig. Sarah couldn't say that she blamed him. After all, it was probably where the crew was being held. Anyone, even someone who managed to butcher three (or four counting his name) languages within a few sentences, would be. "Perhaps I should loan you my own comfy cami-bed."

No, she didn't want that! She didn't want to be anywhere near him while she had the keys in her possession. But she couldn't appear too desperate when she protested or he would catch on. Why couldn't she be just a tad better at deception?

"No Captain, that won't be necessary. I just need a short one and wouldn't want to put such an important, busy man like you out like that!" She noticed that when she complimented him, his hardened expression softened just a bit. "I mean, what if you wanted to take a nap after such a job well done? Then you'd have no bed unless you wanted to share with your crew..."

He frowned. "Non! I did that once and I swore to my Yagerly-self that I would neva do it again! Very well then, my frienda." Captain Yager snatched up the microphone to what she assumed was the internal PA system. "Caspian, get back here toot suit! That is an order!" He put the microphone down. "There! Now that imbecilien can finally put himself to some good use."

Sarah nearly sighed in relief. She still had to worry about getting down to the brig, but Caspian would probably just be in a hurry to get her there instead of looking for her hiding something. She looked at the stand the microphone was attached to and noticed something. There was a green light on next to another bulb that was off. Interesting...She pointed to the light.

"Um, Captain, is that supposed to be on?"

Captain Yager muttered angrily before pressing a button. The light went off. The only thing she could catch from his muttering was about how stupid the radio was. He looked at her cup.

"You didn't drink any, Mizz Sarah."

She had completely forgotten about the champagne cup. They had toasted, after all. She had been so busy thinking about how to hide the fact that she had some of his keys (one of them was bound to be useful in some way) that it slipped her mind. So, in a desperate attempt not to offend him and possibly have him change his mind, Sarah grabbed the cup and downed it. That proved to be an error.

The taste wasn't bad, it was in fact pretty good. Better than the sparkling cider she had at wedding once. But she breathed in at the same time she drank, so she ended up expelling most of the liquid from not only her mouth, but her nose. Captain Yager handed her a handkerchief.

"Are you okey-dokey?"

"I'm fine, Captain." She wiped her mouth and nose with it before putting it back on his desk. "Yes, I think some rest will do me a lot of good."

"It appears so." Fortunately, Caspian showed up not too long after.

"Escort our guesta to the unoccupied cell. She wishes to rest.”

"Yes, Captain." Caspian stepped aside and allowed her to go out. Unlike Toledo, he didn't start a conversation with her as he led her down the steps and into the belly of the ship. Apparently, the brig was just off the docking bay.

"How's um... Bert?”

"He'll live. His pride is more wounded than anything and he can't do any heavy lifting for a while. I say that's what he gets for trying to play Prince Charming with a dame willing to hide in the mechanic's junk pile. Didn't even find anything useful there."

And that was the extent of their conversation before Caspian led her into the brig. It was a room with two cells in it. Dave, Heather, and Ash were crammed into one cell that fit two people at best. Caspian opened the empty one for Sarah. She entered it and he shut the door and locked it.

"Now I don't want to hear any complaints about any of you. You are all valuable hostages, but don't forget that the other two are not, especially the mechanic." He warned before he left the brig.

Dave, who was laying on the only cot in their cell, sighed. "Well this is a fine mess. Not only has our cargo been seized, but we've been captured and Captain Lead Tongue has decided to expand his fleet with my..." Heather cleared her throat. "Our ship. On top of that, he's gone and pressed Mel and Claire! This time, he's gone too far!”

Ash shushed him a bit. "If you keep carrying on like that, they'll come check on us and they might try to silence you in a violent way.”

Ash was the only one that had noticeable bruises and small cuts on him. No doubt he was the one that fought back the most. It looked like he needed the cot more than Dave did, but probably let him have it because it was a bit too short for him.

"We just need to wait for an opportunity. We've gotten ourselves out of tough situations with Yager before and with worse people than him." Heather intertwined her arm with his. "He's bound to slip up as arrogant as he is. But he has seemed to learn that he can't keep the keys in the same room as us. I don't know whether to be impressed or not."

Sarah dug in her pocket and pulled out the keys. "Are these the keys you were talking about?" She questioned. "Captain Yager got up and I saw these in his seat so I took them." She felt her cheeks heat up a bit. "I thought that they might be useful, but I bet they're to something unimportant like..."

"No, those are the keys." Heather confirmed as she reached between the bars and got them. "I knew he was probably keeping them on his person, but in his back pocket? Well, this is Yager we're talking about."

"All right Sarah! Thatta girl!" Dave shot off the cot and grabbed the keys. "Let's get out of here and back to the ship!"

"Shouldn't we have some sort of plan first?" Sarah was glad that her deception had actually paid off and she hadn't been nervous for a ridiculous reason as usual. "There's still a lot of pirates and we don't know where Mel and Claire are. Plus, the docking bay door is closed."

"Yes, we should." Heather confirmed as Dave stuck his hands through the bars and started fiddling with the keys to find the right one that went to the lock. "I suspect they'll have Mel in the infirmary, seeing that he has medical skills and all. Claire might be in the engine room, but we don't know for sure."

"I'll go find Claire while the rest of you find Mel and a way to get the doors open." Ash stated. "If we keep a hold of the keys, then it shouldn't be hard to control the doors. I'll meet you back at the ship with Claire."

"Are you sure you want to go by yourself, dear?" Heather put a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe I should go with you..."

"No, you'll be more helpful to Dave and Sarah since you know the ship pretty well. Besides, I have a feeling I may have to fight through some pirates to get to Claire. She's not the most popular person of our crew among them." He stood up. "I wish that I had a weapon of some kind, but..."

Dave stopped fiddling with the lock and quickly stuck the keys in his pocket. "Someone's coming. But it's a bit too soon for someone to check on us."

"Oh, they're probably here for me. Mel told Toledo that I needed some burn cream."

"Perfect." Dave nodded to Ash. "All right, positions everyone! Sarah, you just need to act normal."

"Act...normal?"

Before she could ask him to clarify, Caspian came in with a small tin of something. He thrust it in between the bars.

"Here, Glasses said you needed this for your face. Doesn't look bad to me, but he insisted. So, hurry up and put it on."

"Yes...sir." Sarah picked it up and attempted to unscrew the lid. But she found that it was on there pretty tight. It must've been the kind of tin it was. She usually didn't have trouble opening these sorts of things. "Um, could you please..."

"Hand it here. I know those lids sometimes get dried shut. Surprisingly, we don't have to treat burns very often considering one of the crew's penchant for fire..." Sarah handed the tin to him through the bars. "Let's see, you've just got to twist and..."

A large arm surrounded his neck and a hand covered his mouth. Dave was in front of her cell and unlocked the door. "Good thing I had gotten the cell unlocked before he arrived. Good job holding the door shut, Heather." The door swung open. "Come on, let's move!"

Sarah nodded and followed. She looked back at Ash and the pirate before Dave shut the door to the brig. "What's he going to do to him? And can you walk without your cane?"

"He'll just knock him unconscious. And I can, I'll just be a bit slower. I have an extra one on the ship. Now, onto the infirmary!"

The trio headed away from the brig. Sarah just hoped that they knew the ship well enough to navigate around it. And if they did get caught, she didn't want to think about how unhappy the pirates would be, especially Captain Yager. The next shot he took might not miss.