"Get up!"
Carmela sat up groggily and shifted her gaze to the man outside her cell. Who the hell did this man think he was? She may have been a prisoner residing in a cell in some small colony in the western hemisphere, but thats no excuse. She looked around the dingy, dark, disgusting cell, looked at the piss bucket in the corner and made a wry face. She may have lived on a pirate ship, but her standards were higher.
'Good thing I won't be here long.' she thought. 'But where is "here"'
"Oi! Did you not hear me? I said get up!"
"All right" Carmela mumbles as she rises from the dirty ground and dusts off her pants. Now that she is eye level with the lovely gentleman outside, who is now unlocking her cell, she can get a good look at his face, he had a very round one, with beady green eyes, and gray hair with a matching beard. She also noticed how short he was, Carmela was very small herself, so see a man and being not that much shorter than him was a very rare happening.
The man opens the door and basically drags her out, grumbling something about his job and how he despises everyone.
'Damn, this guy needs a break,' Carmela almost pitied the man who was essentially hauling her to her demise. As the two were walking though the endless rows of prisoners and cells, her thoughts wondered to her friends, her crew mates, the only family she had. She reminisced all the laughter, the love, the sorrows. The stern women, only twenty-six years of age, hardened by several years on the unforgiving waters of the Atlantic Ocean, shed a tear in remembrance of her fallen comrades. However, she quickly composed herself as she exited the prison and saw the sun for the first time in, only the good Lord above knows how long. She looks around, sees the gallows, the gibbets, and the people who had come to watch.
'How morbid' Carmela grimaced as she stepped up onto the gallows. As the rope was placed around her neck, her mind wandered to every moment that put her in this unfortunate situation