MerlinMorgana1579: Haha. I'm glad. :) And this one is more Merlin, Flynn and Kalian.

Hannah Lynn McDonald: OOoohhh hola! I was sure I mentioned it in a message, *Grimace* My bad, I'm sorry! Poor Henry, *Snorts, laughs* Testing out being killed by laughter on him... ;) You can borrow Louis, then, *Laughing*

Merlin wasn't sure how long it had been, but judging by the hours that had dragged on by, he would say a full day. Which would probably now make it night. If he had to guess.

He sat on the floor in a catatonic-like state, head resting back against the ship's side. The wall, in other words. The cuff on his wrist felt colder by the moment, making its presence exceedingly hard to ignore. Heavy. That's what it was. Like a weight, reminding him of the emptiness, of what was missing.

Flynn sat beside Merlin, and decided to break the silence, as it had been going on for long enough already. "How do you suppose Arthur will find us? I'm sure he's searching by now."

Merlin glanced sideways. "I know he'll find some way. Even if it takes, well, however long... What I'm worried about, is what's happening in Camelot. Or what's going to happen. What with this," he waved a hand around, "Sorcerer's being kidnapped? What if someone's just trying to get us out of the way. Get their defenses down, send the city into chaos as people just... vanish."

"Humans are chaotic no matter what's happening. Don't tell me you haven't noticed," Flynn laughed humorlessly. It was true-what Merlin was saying. With sorcerers just vanishing like they were... people would panic. Many of the people on the ship had families and friends that would miss them-that needed them... as Arthur needed Merlin. After all, the king could be a complete idiot without Merlin around.

Merlin coughed out a laugh. "Yeah. I just wish there was some way -" he pursed his lips and shook his head. The expression dropped off his face and was replaced by another, "I've got it. What do you do when you hear rats scratching in your walls? Try and stop it." he said, and started to sit up, looking at Flynn with a sort of expectant, waiting look.

Flynn looked at Merlin through narrowed eyes. He thought for a moment then stood slowly. "Make enough noise to draw down whoever's above us-they want us quiet, they'll have to force us?" he asked, assuming that's what Merlin meant. It was a good idea really. If they could draw down the ship's owners-they had a chance at... well, something; getting out of the brig at very least.

"Yes!" Merlin exclaimed, and was already standing up, bustling through the room and informing people to make noise. Some of the looks he got were rather odd, but no matter... He looked around the room, there had to have been at least fifty people. And several barrels, and other things he couldn't quite tell what they were in the dark. At the very worst, they would find out something about their captores

The people all began standing up and making all kinds of noise. One woman, Jillian, started singing, beating on the side of the ship to the tune of her song. A few others joined in before Jillian finally shouted, "Now Y'all get to dancin'! This song isn't gonna be wasted on a bunch of people who won't even get moving!"

People actually obeyed, and started dancing-very loudly. It was rather humerous actually.

Merlin barked a laugh, and started searching for something in the darkness. He picked up an old, broken chair leg, and started looking for something else, and what he found, he wasn't quite sure what it was, it honestly looked like some sort of torture device. But, add the chair leg hitting it, and it was rather loud.

Someone-Freeta-settled for screaming out random words to the song Jillian was leading. Kalian started knocking on the door that lead up to the next deck of the ship, asking if anyone was out there. Flynn just laughed-he was too amused to do much of anything else.

No one heard anyone coming down for all the noise that was going on. But when the door swung open, and a man's face got knocked on comically by Kalian, everyone briefly faltered in what they were doing. Merlin dropped the chair leg, and moved hastily towards the door, as did the other fifty people within the lower ship deck.

"Stampede!" Flynn called over the running sorcerers, laughing and leisurely following them. No need to plow through to the front when he could stroll calmly at the back of the group. He smiled and shook his head, watching the sailer who had foolishly opened the door get trampled by a herd of warlocks, wizards, sorcerers, and sorceresses.

Merlin blinked, moonlight pouring down on him as if he'd stepped into the daytime. He waited for his eyes to adjust before moving forward again, somewhere in the midst of the crowd of magic-users.

Kalian and Flynn both found Merlin and fell in line with him. "So-the rats have been released-now to see how sailors and rats get along..." Flynn mused.

"Rats?" Kalian asked.

"Something Merlin said..."

"Ah."

Merlin watched as a teen by the name of Jon all but smashed a sailor's skull in against a pole. "Not well," Merlin replied, then shifted where he stood for a moment, before walking forward into the commotion again. "If we find the keys to the cuffs, or the captain..." Merlin figured he didn't need to finish his sentence.

They nodded, following him along. Merlin was right. They did need the keys. They recruited several others to help them locate the keys. It would be important-to say the least.

Flynn dodged a sailor, swept the man's feet out from under him, and then gave him a push over the edge of the ship. "Flying lessons, let me know how they..." he heard a splash, "Oh... sorry, no refund." He kept walking.

"You're more cruel than I, which is really saying something," Kalian laughed, glancing at Flynn, then over the edge of the ship.