The young badger looked down at his bloodied footpaws that hung beneath the bench he was seated on, observing the great scratches on the chains that held his footpaws to the others. Sever them, and he would be able to escape with his oar partner. He thought of the file concealed in his tunic and his aching footclaws, the tools with which he was scratching the chains. A hare sat next to him, pulling the oar with the last of his energy, and the badger grasped it and helped too, pushing once every five or so seconds.
The newest slaver on the ship materialized out of the gloom when the door opened. The badger guessed they were in a storm, because the day couldn't be any older than thirteen hours. The slaver was a handsome creature of his species, a cinnamon furred pine marten with a black chest, paws, and ears, and sparkling ice-blue eyes. He wielded a leather whip in one paw, and did not prefer the task of causing beasts pain, rather did it faced with pain of death if he refused.
The whip cracked across the young badger's back, and he bent it under the lash. 'Row faster, ye' stupid spineless beasts!' was the marten's order, smacking the whip across the hare's and the badger's backs. The badger rowed harder, throwing the hare completely out of step. He winked at the longeared creature, allowing it to relax. As long as onebeast of the oar partners were rowing, the slavers would let them be.
The cinnamon marten passed the team, and moved onto another pair of creatures. The badger gritted his teeth...then a massive wave tipped the boat on its side.
One blow of the badger's heavy paw destroyed the chain holding him and the hare with the other slaves. Another wave created a hole in the bottom of the craft, and it began filling up with water to drown the other innocent slaves who had never harmed a beast in their lives. But the badger knew if he and his partner didn't get out soon, nobeast would.
Another formidable hole in the side of the boat was a result of the young badger's paw. He pulled the hare and himself out into the waves, tore off a piece of the boat to float on. The marten slaver was desperately seeking an avenue of escape. He grabbed onto the badger's footpaw and came out into the wild waves that smashed into him, knocking him senseless, the hare as well. The badger's eyes stayed open a moment longer.
Then it was dark.
