Behind the bars a man waited.  Patiently at first, though the longer the newcomers took to arise, the more agitated he became.  He wasn't impressed by what he could make of them, at least from what he could see in the dim hull.  He began tapping against the steel as two of them moved around, he waited a moment longer to see if he could get a read off of them.  

[color=steelblue]"That one's not gonna last long,"[/color] he eventually spoke.  He pointed a finger toward the larger man just getting up.  It took a certain kind of person to handle the sea.  He then turned his gaze toward the elf.  [color=steelblue]"But you, love, I've got a good feeling about you.  You look like you can handle the big blue."[/color]  He looked her up and down before adding, [color=steelblue]"Amongst other things, I'm sure."[/color]  He paused as the ship took on a rough wave, grabbing tighter to the bars until it passed.  

[color=steelblue]"How's 'bout you lot come over here and hear me out before the crew comes back,"[/color] he continued.  [color=steelblue]"Smack that one awake, would you big guy?  I'll even throw in which of you snores the loudest."[/color]  He was growing impatient.  He knew they still had a long journey yet, though he also knew the crew could become unpredictable and violent if they wanted to.  These three were his only chance of escape.  

[color=steelblue]"No need to worry, I don't bite often.  You can trust me."[/color]  He spoke with forced sincerity, crossing his fingers behind his back just in case.  [color=steelblue]"Don't mind this cell, either.  It's not what it looks like."[/color]  He looked at them with a slight smile before looking around himself.  [color=steelblue]"Well, maybe kind of...yeah, it is sort of what it looks like."[/color]  He winced and cleared his throat.  [color=steelblue]"I can explain?"[/color]