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We were traveling to who knew where to be sold as slaves. I was hungry, hot, and halfway seasick. The room continued to shrink and the oxygen levels sank drastically to a red light warning critical level. Kitty has plans for Shy's Last Stand and the vampire was here for "moral support." I was hormonal and irritable.
    I had to pee.
    Standing up, I searched around the room for something metal that could be picked up.
    "What are you doing now?" Ducky asked. Meat watched me, probably still envisioning his glorious plan in action.
    "I have to go to the bathroom."
    Meat waved his hand. "Go ahead. Over there, though."
    Oh, yeah, right. Like I was going to squat in front of them. Not in this lifetime, however short it might be at this point.
    Finding a rusty wrench in the far corner, I grabbed it up, heading to the only door to the room. Now, how do you say "I have to pee," in Morse code? Was it dash, dot, dot? Dot, dot, dash? Maybe dot, dot, dash, dash? Unconcerned with the particular message, I hammered loudly on the door.
    The door flew open in mid-dash. A short man with dark hair and dark skin stood before me, obviously berating me in some unknown language. Gibberish to me.
    I shook my wrench at him. "Look, Mr Kidnapper Person. I have to use the restroom. Now!"
    He went off on another volley of words my tongue couldn't even begin to form. Come to think of it, I don't think his tongue had much to do with the sounds as they were more like grunts. No matter. Determination rushed through me. "I have to pee. Bathroom. Now." I waved my wrench again. He didn't budge. "Listen, buddy. I'm hot, I'm seasick. I'm claustrophobic. I've been kidnapped, stuck down here with these two loons. I have to pee and I have PMS."
    He shut up, eyes widened as if he finally understood something I said. Stepping forward, I pushed past him. Finally.
    PMS. The universal language.
    I headed upstairs to a side room with pictures of the little man on the door. Relief couldn't have come a second faster. Too desperate to argue the fact that I wanted a bathroom with the person in a skirt painted on it, I accepted anything resembling a modern toilet.
    I snorted. Of course, they wouldn't have any feminine hygiene products or baby changing table in here. However, the urinal posed something of an odd interest. What is that rubbery circular thingy in the bottom of it, partially covering the drain, anyway? I filed that question away for later use.
    All finished, I washed up as well as possible, got a drink of water from the sink, finger-brushed my teeth and decided while I enjoyed freedom from the prison hull, I might as well take advantage of it. Peeking out the door, I found Little Mole, the nickname that just came to me, standing there tapping his foot, obviously impatient. Yeah, well. If he didn't kidnap me, he wouldn't have to wait while I was in the little girls' room.
    Slipping out the door, I pointed upward to another level of the ship. He simply shook his head and pointed down.
    I mirrored his motions. Down meant enclosed space, limited air, and men who saw me as a dumb blonde. All in all, entirely unacceptable. I did the universal sign of projectile vomiting and again pointed up while bobbing my head.
    His eyes widened in understanding and he seemed to consider options. Finally, he grabbed my arm and yanked me down the hall. Up one more flight of stairs and we ended up on the far end of the deck. Well, not on the deck per se, but at eye level. I tried to step up, but was yanked back with another shake of the head.
    With a sigh, I made a big show of taking deep breaths of oxygen-rich air while scanning the surroundings. No land in sight, yet.
    Little Mole started in with the scolding and hurrying once again. My breathing time seemed to be up. Too few seconds later, his arm returned with another pull, dragging me back down into the depths of the ship.
    A few minutes later, he roughly shoved me back through the one portal to our cell. The short dark man with the