Ch 3
I think I speak of a large number people when I say that people don't really want to be stuck in a dark, rather wet dungeon. This sort of place is a very miserable place to be stuck in, as one must also share company with a multitude of characters, separated only by an iron cage. This is the place that the good captain from the previous chapter was locked up in, awaiting trial.
"Mystia Lorelei, is that you?" Captain Jack Sparrow looked up to the voice that called out to her and saw a figure behind a cell just opposite of Jack's. I suppose now is as good a time as any, but Captain Jack Saprrow is Mystia Lorelei; the other name is to have some sort of morla effect on potential targets. Anyhow, the figure wore a cape which was black on the outside and red on the inside. The distinctive white shirt and black pants could only mean one person.
"Wriggle Nightbug! I thought you took up honest trading! How did you end up here?" Mystia asked with a mixture of suprise and happiness.
"Well, money was tight and I sort of missed paying the taxes." Wriggle said with some embarrassment. After all, it's not very honorable or awe inspiring if you are caught for skimping on tax payments. "So what about you? How'd you end up in the slammer?"
"Attempted piracy. My crew turned on me, and I was outnumbered. Gonna get tried in the morning."
"Well, that's not good. We need to get out of here."
"Well, it's not like we can just walk out of here. the doors are so squeaky, the guard is gonna wake up."
"Don't worry, I have a plan."
At about that time, a girl walked in and took the keys from the sleeping guard. Noticing a lack of presence of the weighty ring of keys, the guard woke up with a start, but proptly fell back asleep after application of a frying pan to the poor soul's forehead. Heading to Wriggle's cell, the girl fumbled with the keys, looking for the right one.
"You see Mystia," Wriggle began, "This is why it's a good idea to have friends in all places."
"If that was the case, why didn't you just get someone to pardon you?"
"If I did that," Wriggle stepped out of the cell, "there would be no fun. Besides, how were you going to get out without my help?" Wriggle indicated Mystia's cell and the girl went ot work looking for the right key.
"I guess so. But, why are you helping me in the first place? People don't help other people without wanting something in return." Mystia got up as the cell door openned before her.
"Quite right, and what I seek is an adventure." Mystia only stared at Wriggle. "What? I think it is a reasonable payment for helping you out. Pirates do go on adventures, don't they?"
Sighing, Mystia placed a hand on Wriggle's shoulder. "I suppose so. Alright, first order of business, we need a boat."