Hunger drove me from my cabin, again. I’m emaciated, but why eat, when I love it so much in the dark, with the lights off? Where could Lovely Lucy go? She explored some of the lower levels of the ship, scared of the well-travelled kitchens (beware the beasts). She found the cargo hold, and lower still, another storage room which held a number of teeny packages and tiny crates. No food here, she thought, licking her chops, but some were filled with painted posters, presumably aimed at bringing more victims aboard the ship (or other ships?).
They promise wondrous adventures on the high seas, at affordable prices. Lucy could only assume that this was how X finds a good deal of his victims, poor souls.
And if they meet Lovely Lucy, they will be….