"Dammit, Jack!" Neshomeh yelled, thumping her fists against the inside of the crate. "This is not what Dann meant when he said he'd ship us!"

Barid, slightly more resigned to his fate, was lying on his back with his legs stretched up the opposite side.

"Where did he say we were going, anyways?" Barid asked.

"Ouagadugu, I think," Neshomeh replied, before going back to hitting the side of the crate.

"Damn."

Neshomeh continued thumping for a time, before giving up and slumping against the floor. All was quiet, the crate rocking slowly with the boat it was on. Barid was the first to break the silence.

"So, not that it's official or anything, but while we've got time to kill..."