I have a fair idea I suppose, but we all understand and treat the feeling differently. He looked at the man, clearly exhausted from fighting, close to breaking and soon to be dead, such a miserable existence, but one he was all to familiar with. Lets get them shackles off eh? he said taking the man's wrists There is a cunning little trick I learnt a while back, one can trick the mechanism into opening by encouraging the lock He toyed with the lock, tightening it before pulling sharply outwards, removing the pin rather than the lock itself There we go, sorted. That way you won't chafe the skin and get an infection, these shackles aren't washed regularly I presume.
He sat down opposite him Your Captain, what was her name?