Tell Red Hook that his crew are going against him that night.
You were brought up to have honor, and even though you hate the fact that you are a captive, you realize that Red Hook did save your life. You owe him that much.
You work your way toward the captain's quarters, further aft. Opening up the door just a sliver, you peer through. Red Hook appears to be napping in his bunk under the rear window of the ship.
You close the door again, take a deep breath, and rap loudly on the door. No one responds. You rap louder on the door and say "Captain, I need to, uh, I need to come in and clean in there, your first mate told me to see to it immediately."
No answer. Something is wrong.
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