Dominic Ibanez sat silently in the cargo hold as the ship leaves port .his long unkept black hair covered his unshaven face and fierce green eyes. His muscular frame covered in tattoos and tattered remains of work cloths "soon...very soon" he mutters in a deep voice that only barely kept the rage he felt in check. "Soon Marisol...I will make them pay for what they did to you." He muttered as he looked down at a dinged and beat locket with a small painting of a woman. Suddenly he hears the scampering of metallic legs "saints..." He mutters as a mechanical spider stumbles upon him before scampering off. Quickly he stuffs the locket in one of his pants pockets before rushing off to try and find a better place to hide. [i]'of course the crew has machines... I should have known that they would.'[/i] he thought as he made his way to the upper floors towards the armory, ensuring he avoids as many human crew members as he can. He knew what may happen to him if he is caught, who would gain his revenge if he were killed or imprisoned again.