Break the Rules, Break the Walls

Chapter Seven

Here's chapter seven! Sorry I seem to take forever to update, but I promise from now on I will just forget about homework and write! (Man I wish I could do that) but I will try and update more frequently. Anyways, enjoy!
Warning: this chapter has a bit more foul language near the end. I don't think it's enough to be rated mature but just to warn you!
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Emma woke up quite early the next morning to a hollow stomach and a throat of sandpaper. She peeled her eyes open to find fresh daylight filtering in through the lone window. With a small groan, she swung her legs over the edge of her wooden bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Remembering the promise she made to herself yesterday about being strong, Emma scanned the small room for something that she could use to defend herself if the Captain decided to pay the princess another visit. But there was nothing. Absolutely nothing that she could use in any way (unless she counted the bucket of water still in the corner, which she didn't).

Speaking of water. Emma was thirsty. Her lips were cracked, and her throat so scratchy she'd just about made up her mind to ignore the possibility of germs and just chug from the bucket when there was a rustling at the door.

Emma whipped her head around just in time to see a slightly wrinkled hand push a tray of some sort of mush and a tin cup through a small flap at the bottom of the door. Emma lunged to the floor and attempted to grab the persons hand to hold him in place and make him tell her what was going on, or even threaten him so he would let her out. It was a stupid thing to think but the princess was desperate and was trying to work with what she had.

Unfortunately, Emma's hand slammed into the wooden floor instead of flesh, and judging by the lack of noise in the space outside her door, Emma assumed the man who delivered her food was already gone.

Swallowing back a growl of frustration, Emma looked down at what had been delivered to her: a bowl of mush that was probably supposed to be porridge and cup of water. Emma only eyed the meal for a split second before diving in and downing her breakfast like an animal on its last meal.

The taste was awful. Emma had to plug her nose and choke everything down and then throw back the water to wash away the remains. But it was food all the same, and Emma was begrudgingly great full for it.

As the food settled in her stomach and she began to feel some of its energy being put to use, Emma's mind felt much clearer. She looked around her room once more and her eyes fell onto the porthole that served as a window. She walked over to it to inspect it for a latch so she could open it. Perhaps the fresh sea air could help clear her head.

She prodded her fingers along the rim of the window, but found nothing that indicated the window's ability to open. What she did find was a loose screw in the wood. As she stared out of the glass at the rolling waves, slightly pink in the early morning sun, her fingers began to absentmindedly fiddle with the bit of metal until she noticed it was twisting in its little nook in the wood more easily than before.

Her head snapped to the screw with renewed interest. Twisting with more force, after another moment, it came loose from the hole it sat in and dropped into Emma's palm.

The blonde held up the metal in her fingers, examining it. It was about two inches long ending in a sharp point. Emma resisted the urge to whoop with joy and instead practically threw herself back to the window and, with help from the nail she already had, made it her task to get every single one out of the ship and into her grasp. She counted twelve nails including the one still clutched in her hand.

Emma worked smoothly and diligently for a time, only being interrupted once when a particularly stubborn screw caught and tore the nail on her index finger and she had to suck on it so the blood wouldn't get on her work area.