Drip. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip. Indianna stared at the droplets of water that were leaking through the ceiling of her cell, herself and her mother had been locked away at the bottom of a ship. All she knew was that John was taking them on the search for her father, and herself and her mother were the bait.
Angelica sighed deeply, rubbing her wrists which were irritated by the chains. "India," She whispered softly, "Are you okay?"
Indianna looked to her and nodded, "Are you?"
Angelica smiled, "Yes."
Indianna grinned, looking down into her lap, she frowned. Her mother seemed calm, but didn't look like she was planning anything for their great escape. What would she of done if this was the old days? If it was Jack with her in this situation? More importantly, what would Jack do?
Think like Jack, think like Jack, think like- She found herself staring at the cell door, something about the hinges...she inclined her head, shifting closer. They were rusted. Very rusted.
Angelica looked to her daughter, she had the look in her eye, a look of mischief. A look that she'd no doubt inherited from Jack Sparrow. "What are you planning?" Angelica whispered.
Indianna smiled, "The hinges are rusted..." She glanced around the room, her eyes falling on the bench that her mother was sat on. "I have an idea, but we just need the keys."