Of Cutlass and Katana Part 2

The cold splash of water on my face woke me up. I groggily looked around and saw that I was being held in a cell. A guard was standing on the other side of the bars looking at me holding a now empty cup. He must have stood six and a half feet tall and looked as though he could lift a ship by himself. His arms were tattooed in the strange script of the ninjas.

"Get up ya damned pirate." He growled.

I slowly picked myself up off the floor. As I started to move I felt a sharp pain on my sides. The skirmish the night before must have resulted in a couple bruised if not cracked ribs. Once I got to my feet I stood up tall and looked the man straight in the eyes. His eyes held mine for a minute, then he grunted and walked off.

Once the guard's back was turned on me, I looked to see if I was the only prisoner held. I was alone in the cell, and the walls between cells were solid. I thought better of calling out to see if my shipmates were in the other cells. I tried to recall the night before, but it was a bit foggy. I remembered drinking quite a bit of grog, then getting attacked by the pirates. The fight itself was a blur, and I must have been knocked out quickly.

My head starting spinning from the after effects of the grog, and I quickly found the latrine in the corner. From the next cell I heard a hushed voice, "That you Andy? I'd recognize the sound o' that heavin anywhere."

"Aye sir, it's me." I replied after wiping my mouth. I was glad to hear the captains voice.

"It be just the 2 o' us down here. "

"Any suggestions on how we get out of here?"

"These ninja cells be too strong to break our way out. We wait till the come get us for execution. We be fightin our way out from the chopping block."

I responded with a low "yarr", and sat quietly clearing my mind waiting for them to come get us.