[ The man had her by the arm, wretchedly tight, as she was dragged up from the cargo deck. Despite her shouted words, her best effort to get free, it was solid, as she was pulled and tugged up the stairs to the Captain's quarters. Garnering enough attention on the way. Not that, since she'd been found, she had much of anywhere to go - it did not matter. She would do her best to put up a fight simply out of second nature. She didn't know how to do anything much else but fight.

Marched to his door, and when it opens, flung unceremoniously down in front of him. Scrambling immediately to get her knees underneath her. Hands hovering up to the knife in her belt that had been yet to be pulled off her as she goes to rise up, to attack the first person that comes near her.

Feels the hand close around her wrist that holds the knife before she can get anywhere and above her, the explanation goes on. Captain, we found her in the cargo, skulking below decks. She says nothing to it, breathing fast and hard in the need to push as hard as she can until something gives. Looking up only at the person that's holding her. The one the men are looking too, Captain, apparently of this mostly clean, but still stops in the pirate ports ship. ]