Despite his brutal threats, emphasized by her throbbing breast the Captain, as she assumed he must had not returned by the time night had fallen. How she could tell the sun had set she did not know other than that the quality of the light had increased in its blackness. Emmaline struggled futiley with her bonds but found that creatures so used to taking slaves had become exceedingly good at securing them. The manacles that bound here seemed to have small metal spikes which faced downwards like fishooks so they bit into her flesh if she tried to push the cuffs down. Bloodied and sore she gave the effort up after several hours and sat miserably, wondering if Amal was on the ship or if he was even alive. What had become of the carpet, or of her staff? Were they the treasure of some corsair now? Something slithered against he wrist and she looked down in shock to find the cobra nuzzling against her wrist. She blinked in confusion, in the past it had hidden itself as a tattoo though in the chaos of the battle she hadn't noticed what had become of it.

"Hey there," she whispered, leaning down no nuzzle the creatures hooded head with her cheek. She felt its tiny forked tounge flicker over her cheek and felt considerably better for reasons she couldn't quite articulate.

"I don't suppose there is anyway you can get these cuffs of me?" she asked, pulling vainly against the restraints. The cobra slithered around behind her and coiled around her wrists for a few moments before returning and shaking its head. She sighed, it was to much to ask, esspecially seeing the damned things seemed to dampen magic. She peered at her familiar for a moment. At least she could ask it to bite the captain if he came back, the elf likely had access of magic and anti-venom of his own though, so it probably wouldn't accomplish much. If only she could get these cursed cuffs off but there was no way to pull them down. Metal was supposed to be her ally wasn't it, she couldn't let a little elven craftsmanship defeat her. Emmaline sighed, she wasn't much of a wizard under the best of circumstances and right now her magical talents were utterly confounded. Well if not magic, then perhaps tricks of a different kind.

"Do you think you could find Amal?" she asked the serpent. The familiar lifted itself up and tasted the air with its tongue once more then nodded its head gravely. Emmaline felt immediate relief that he was alive even if it meant he too was in chains.

"I need you to find him, tell him I need chainmail, or some of the scaly stuff the elves were wearing, just a little, can you do that?" The snake nodded once more then sank to the deck and slithered off. How the serpent would convey the information to the thief she had no idea, but if he could help her, perhaps she could get out of this yet.