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Beams of sunlight hit Clary's face, waking her up. Jumping up from her hard, wooden bead she made her way over to where her clothes were strewn across the floor. The old, wooden floorboards creaked as she walked over to her clothes - she was still groggy from sleep. Quickly she slipped on her black, baggy trousers, her loose white shirt and her tight red jacket. struggling she pulled no her thigh high boots and slipped her daggers into them. Her clothes were cliche pirate clothes, yes, but the only ones she could find on board the ship. Clary ran her hands through her long mess of tangled hair, her hands got stuck in the tangled red curls and she gave up trying, no point wasting my time, she thought. She walked onto the unusually silent deck, the rest of the crew were passed out in their cabins - or in bed with a hangover - after partying a little too hard.

A few hours later, the ship was busy with people sweeping, cleaning, steering, training or just milling around, pretending to work whilst trying to catch some extra rest. Below deck was a medium size room with; a dusty, not often cleaned floor; a small circular window, which was the only source of sunlight in the room; and some cobwebs dusting across the four wall corners. Inside that room, behind a locked door, not chained or tied up. but still not free, were eight people, most of them sitting, one standing and pacing around the room.

"Sit down Jace, you'll tire yourself out!" Isabelle exclaimed to the pacing blond. She was sitting with her head against the wall, her eyes following the only 'excitement' in the room - Jace's angry, frustrating pacing. Next to her, with his hands behind his head, resting next to her was Simon. His brown hair was flopping down over his forehead. On the opposite side of the room sat Magnus Bane, his glittery, tight and fashionable outfit, had now dulled done a little - but not completely. Resting his head on Magnus's head, Alec had closed his eyes and Magnus was running his fingers through Alec's jet black hair. In the corner sat Jocelyn, Luke and their 4 year old daughter, Hayley, who was sitting throwing a strop. One thing they all had in common was that they were just sitting and waiting. Everyone was tense, they were nervous and had no idea what what was going to happen to them.