Myriads of footsteps pounded against the deck above. Brisa woke, late in the morn, to the marine's roaring thunder. Soon, they came storming through the room grabbing the prisoners one by one. They pulled Brisa out; they had a tight grasp around her arm. They slowly dragged her towards the light, causing her dilated eyes to snap shut; the light seemed to melt her vision causing temporary blindness. When she was able to see again she took glimpse of her surroundings. They seemed to have reached their destination, but Brisa was not focused on that, it seemed weeks since she last saw the vast blue sky. She smiled to herself, letting the salty sea breeze slowly wipe against her rounder cheeks.
Her state of trance was intruded as she continued to be dragged along. They had taken all the prisoners off the ship heading straight into Port Royal. A series of piercing glares came their way. The source of them remained mute but to Brisa they were like eager children prattling along, they had spoken enough. She felt her eyes water, yet again, as she was tossed, like a useless rag doll, into another cell. This one slightly larger in size, it was accompanied by a small barred window. As she gazed out of it she could see the feet of the busy townsfolk continuing along with their daily agendas.
She turned to see an amount of unrecognizable ones in the room as well. The few across from her a series of three or four, who seemed to have shared a cell, gazed upon the lone prisoner beside them. She heard small portions or their conversation but she came to the conclusion they were talking about some prized jewel, because the only words that seemed to be repetitive were Black Pearl.
Hours passed, and the sun departed signaling the end of the long day. The moon was out shining its crystal tears of grief on the island. It seemed to be quite serene, and all the prisoners seemed to have gone silent, but out of nowhere the blaring blast of an unexpected cannon echoed through Brisa's ears, it was soon accompanied by hopeless screams and maniacal laughter. She peered out the window the normally busy footsteps now moved swiftly trying to live on the next day.
Her gaze swiftly adverted as an immense cannonball had cause a large opening in the wall of their building. It was on the opposite side of her cell, the only ones who remained were here and the lone one, as the others quickly escaped. Brisa tried to decipher her cell hoping that the blast had helped her somewhat. The keys to the cell were trapped in the mouth of some rutty, old mutt, in which the lone prisoner was trying to bribe with an old chicken bone. It almost worked to, but as the mutt began to approach, Brisa had knocked down her cell door, and the mutt fled in fear. Brisa stood their almost pitying the hopeless man but the noise of someone approaching was heard and she to, just like the mutt, fled.
She came to the realization that whether they survived this long night or not they were going to search for the prisoners in the morn. So trying to think quickly she made her way down a forsaken alleyway, nearby where she was currently, she resided there and hid for the remainder of the night.