Elissa pulled the dagger from where she’d hidden it in her sleeve. She’d taken it back when he had drug her into the room. She’d kept it for this many years and wasn’t about to be separated from it now, especially if he didn’t recognize her. She slid to the floor and put her back to the door. “He doesn’t remember me. How could he forget his best friend?” She wondered aloud. This was a mess and there was no one but herself around to save her. Elissa was no damsel in distress and could take care of herself, but she found it nice to have allies around to aid her. “Can you hear me?” She asked, remembering that Pete had been placed to guard her. She wondered if she could pick the lock, if she could her first obstacle would be the giant outside after that...well she didn’t know. 

Elissa had never been good at coming up with plans. She was a spur of the moment type person and tended to plan in the moment. Slowly she stood and walked over to the trunk to see if there was a change of clothes. She hated how hindering the dress was, the yards of fabric that made up just the skirt was nearly enough to put a sail on a small ship. She found a pair of breeches and a shirt. Elissa didn’t care about finding shoes that fit, she hated wearing them anyways. As quickly as she could she changed clothes before sitting on the bed to undo the elaborate hairdo that was still mostly intact. She sat the hairpins on the pillow knowing she would need them for when she picked the lock. 

Rat waited nearly an hour before going back down to the cabin. “Hey, Pete. Captain said he needed you and for me to take over watch until you came back.” He said calmly. “Said he needed to talk to you about the girl since you brought her down and heard all she was carrying on about.” Rat could lie like he was telling the truth, in fact it seemed easier for him to lie than to tell the truth.