Until The Very End (Hetalia)

In Which We are Caught

Treading lightly through the lamp lit corridors, I discovered a slight hole in my plan..
I had no idea where Taylor was.

My mind flashed back to a memory.

"Put him in the brig"

Arthur had said that when we were first captured. I tried to think back to all the Pirates of the Caribbean movies I had seen.
If I were a brig.. Were would I be?
Answer: down.

I found a long flight of spiraling stairs that led down, down into the inky black darkness. Each step creaked, making my heart beat so wildly I thought it was doing a samba.

After creeping down a bit more, I found a storage room with... A prison like cage in the corner.
So this must be the brig.
Chained to the side of the cage was Taylor. There was dried blood on his shirt and his complexion was ghostly pale.
I stepped on a creaking board and his head snapped up. Taylor's eyes held an alert, haunted look.

"Who's there?", he called at hoarsely.
"Me.", I said while running over to him and kneeling beside the prison.

"I'm gonna get you out of here and we're gonna make a run for it.", I said in a low whisper. Taylor cracked a grin and said,
"I dunno much about running but that sounds good to me."
I looked about for the keys but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it! I can't find the-"

But Taylor's frightened look shut me up.

I heard a clank of metal. Then, a low voice spoke venomously,

"Looking for these, lassie?"