Murphy was scared, Clarke could see that. When the captain had asked him to explain what was going on Murphy must have realised that he also did not know what was going on. Murphy began to stammer: "Well captain, you see, it seems like this gal had been hidden on the ship." The captain raised an eyebrow: "We have been on open sea for three months now, how is it that I just hear about this now?" "Well, Murphy answered, we only just found out" The captain looked absolutely not impressed with Murphy:"Get out! You and the rest of the crew can figure out how the hell you did not know and answer back to me after I've handled this." Clarke could see that Murphy got out of the cabin as fast as he could without seeming like a wimp. The impression she got from this captain was getting more and more negative. She was definitly screwed.

Murphy was now out of the room and the captains full atention was directed at Clarke. He stared at her really intense, determined not to let him know she was frightened she stared back. She took him in from head to toe en made sure he knew it. She felt the tension ride, he obviously didn't like her cocky attitude. The captain was a handsome man in his mid twenties. Clarke wondered how one so young could be in charge of such an enormous ship. He suddenly cleared his throat which made Clarke snap out of her thoughts. "So", he bagan, "what do you think you are doing on my ship?" Clarke put her chin up to seem taller and lessen the height diffence between the two. "Well mister captain, I was trying to befriend the rats." She had totally fucked up. The captain frowned so deep she couldn't eve see his eyebrows anymore. There was a long and awkward silence. Clarke thought about all the possible ways she could die. Then the captain did something unpredictable, he smiled. "I hope the rats and you became great friends, because this crew honestly is not much better." Clarke let out a sigh of relief, he was nice? He saw her relief and smirked. "Oh you thought you were getting away with this? Well miss" Clarke interupted him: "Clarke Griffin, sir" The captain looked a bit more annoyed as he continued. "Miss Clarke, you are lucky I have more pressing matters at this moment so you are going to the cell. I'll have Murphy escort you, that little slime is probably listening at the door anyway. "Murphy, get your ass in here!" The captain was probably right about him listening at the door, because he came runnig in really fast. "Murphy, you will escort Clarke here to the cell that has the biggest rat problem and feed her." Murphy looked confused as to why a prisoner would get food as they didn't have a lot of food to begin with. The captain saw his look of confusion and explained himself: "I don't want her to die before I can come up with a suitable punishment, now get out of my eyes." Murphy nodded and dragged Clarke out of the cabin. "I will do as you asked Captain Blake," he said as he dragged Clarke out of the room.

Murphy took her to a nasty cell below deck. He made sure to put her in the one with the most rats. Clarke hated herself for having such a big mouth. Murphy gave her some food, Clarke took it and shoved it in her mouth. She was starving. Murphy looked at her with amazement, he had never seen one eat this fast. When she was done eating the bit of food he gave her she took a look at the cell. There was a total of five cells, two others were occupied by intimidating men. She was very hapy they were not next to her, but on the other side of the row. She couldn't help herself and asked Murphy what they'd done to get locked up. Murphy schrugged and told her to ask them herself. He then locked the door and walked away.