It had been four days since they'd been imprisoned, and at this point, all hope was lost.
Ren had gotten a chance to try and entice the different Tidecallers that had brought food to them and had been promptly rejected.
His offer had even made it around the ship, and even those who hadn't come down to bring food knew about it.
And the worst part?
They all laughed. They joked on just how impossible it was to become Shing. Shing was a once in a lifetime Tidecaller folk hero. There was never going to be another Shing.
Even Hook made an appearance in the brig last night to inform Ren that no one would accept his proposition, and to tell him to stop with the enticement.
And so, Ren decided to try one last thing.
Bribery.
As usual, they woke up that morning to the usual sound of creaking wood and the scent of salt in the air.
A shaft of pale sunlight cut through the tiny porthole high above the brig, casting lines of light on the floor like a broken cage.
