In the dimly lit cabin, Fishee leaned against an old barrel, listening to the sound of the waves outside the hold, a flicker of anxiety crossing her face.
She had thought she could escape amid the chaos, but instead she ended up captured by an even more formidable group of pirates. What an unlucky day it was – had she known, she wouldn't have run out.
Ever since being locked up here, she had kept her ear to the wooden planks, listening to the noises on the ship. From the information she had gathered, the chances of her escaping from the ship were close to none.
Unless a tsunami suddenly occurred, or a fierce sea creature sank the ship, she might have a chance to escape.
Considering her potential fate while listening to the waves, she wondered, would these pirates sell her to the humans on land? Keep her as an ornamental fish? Or use her for bizarre experiments?