Watching Elizabeth with a hateful glint sunk deep into his gaze Bard stayed quiet. Ever since the ship had been underway he'd stolen more glances in her direction than he'd care to admit. He wasn't supposed to care what happened to her from here. She was just a warm body to keep him company before he either disposed of her or slit her throat. Either weren't very pleasant options for her. If he sold her from his possession he doubted that anyone would buy her for an intriguing conversation. Not that it was any of his business. This was simply her fate.
For the next couple hours his attention drifted away from her, or at least for the most part. While the first shift of men left the oars, the second replacing them, their muscles straining in a quiet rhythm as the boat cut through the water, the resting men started to make some food. It was then that his attention turned full force back to the intriguing girl. After being shoved away from the others, quite harshly, even he had to admit, she simply pressed herself against the bars, trying to give them more space. Maybe he shouldn't have put her in there, but then again, like with everything else she'd asked for it. Even though she'd asked for it, though, it was probably a drastic change from what she was used to. From the looks of her she wasn't used to much work and a cushy bed at night. The filthy cage was a far cry from that.
Moving his thoughts away from pity he slowly rose to his full height, towering over most of the other men as large as they were. With painstakingly slow steps he quietly made his way over to the cage, ignoring the snickers and looks of a few men. Whatever they might be thinking he wasn't going soft. Stopping in front of the cage, at the corner she was in he slowly looked down, his gaze dripping disdain. "Ready, mutt?" he asked, gaze hard.
~Sorry that it's short, but I wanted to do a quick update from Bard's point of view. Please vote and comment =) ~
