The raging waves whipped against the hopeless Ocean Mist as it forced its way through Mother Nature's ruthless torment. The ship was just another one of the Royal Navy's many possessions and it headed straight for Port Royal. Many people took part in this "exploit" to lock away the captured wrong doers causing all type of injustice in the many seas, but not only were there marines, and prisoners aboard. There was one other set of people, the unfortunate.
The room was dim; the only source of light was the lone candle, worn and flickering from its determination to light the narrow room. She just sat there in the corner, hiding amongst the comfort of the shadows. She was different from the others; she committed only one crime, being Brisa Amora.
Brisa was looking at the day like any other. Her and her family was taking refuge on a small merchant ship on the outskirts of Spain when the Navy decided to randomly pick them as the victims of the reckless attack. They took all who survived and threw them in their prisons predicting a handsome reward for their deeds. They predicted correct and to finish the task all they had to do was to transport the prisoners to Port Royal, in which they would be stored.
Brisa was a fair maiden, young in her age. Her hair was of silky ebony and she usually had bouncing curls greeting all she gave her pearly smile to, but the ship has worn her down and her hair was matted and greasy, and a smile no longer existed for Brisa. Her cheeks were stained with tears, and her eyes usually a shimmering emerald, were as dull as the stars on a cloudy night. Her skin, usually smooth and pale like Chinese porcelain, contained a yellow tint from lack of cleanliness, and her dress wasn't just stained and torn in all ways, but it carried along this unwanted memory.
The sound of someone approaching was heard and everyone became mute. Brisa leaned against the corner of her cell trying to make herself disappear. It was two marines laughing and conversing something incomprehensible to Brisa. They wandered through the room making sarcastic remarks to all the prisoners, angering them so, but they really had fun in front of Brisa's cell. They kept calling out rude and perverted remarks to the distraught girl. She glowered at them, "You damn officers are worse than those bloody pirates," she scolded them, her voice still strong with her Spanish accent. She took her shoe off and pelted it at them, but of course it just bounced off the rusty bars. They just mocked her cockily leaving the room with a 'good laugh'. Brisa frowned at yet another long night on the Ocean Mist and her tears did not cease in till her eyes were closed and she trailed off to sleep..