Wood scraped on metal; bone scraped on wood. Each sound was deafening, but quiet at the same time.
"I don't know why you have to do that" muttered the short, heavyset lady, holding her obviously distressed dog in her more than ample lap.
"S'my way. Why you gotta hold the damn dog? Dog's made fer layin'"
"Ya heard her, Sam. The cuffs ain't comin' off...ya know they'd never make a mistake like that!"
"That's correct, Mr. Pritchard; just what I'm saying. If you have some sort of nervous hab..."
"I ain't nervous, Suzanne...ain't got no habit, neither. Just for a few minutes, let me do this. Hell, I think I can get 'em off...ain't no damn lie! Boards this far below deck bound ta get rotten."
Suzy sat and nervously petted Muffy, the nervous dog's eyes darting about the dingy cell. "Very well. Too bad Muffy doesn't chew at things that aren't edible, or she could help. I'm not crazy about being in chains, either."
Bill looked at his own cuffs; they were simple and probably easy to pick. But he never took up lockpicking at the Guild, even though he was fairly fascinated by machinery. "Ya got a hairpin on ya, Suzy? It might not work, but it'll pass the time."
"Huh" Sam snorted in a very indignant manner. "You expect to get them open the high-tech way? This I gotta see."
The woman sighed and lifted both hands to enable her to find a rogue pin. "Here, I think..." came a triumphant giggle as she found a piece of metal. "I think this might help...if you're any good at that."
Sam chuckled and replied as if he was addressed. "Suzy, if ya ever seen Bill's mechanical aptitude, ya'd know what I mean. He has trouble with a nail and hammer." He continued to bite at the chain. Suddenly, almost on key, one link bent just enough to come loose, and he pulled the chain in half. "Aha!"
"Well, I guess all that noise helped! Now give us a hand!"
Sam laughed aloud. "Oh, so now we're friends! There's a reason I hurried...and a reason I'm not sticking around!"
Sam walked to the bulkhead and opened it. Cold, brackish green sea water began to flood the compartment. Muffy nervously crawled to Suzy's shoulders as her owner began to scream.
"Damn you, Sam!" Bill's words could be heard to gurgle a bit.