Ronnie smiled, wickedly, as the door shut behind Razuel. The room fell away, as it was merely a painting on a canvas, and revealed to be a suspended iron cage. A boom-arm extended, putting the cage ahead of the ship by a few yards. "No better place," the captain exclaimed, "for a trophy than the figurehead for a ship!" He cackled, as the crew cheered loudly, and shouted again. "Make yourself fierce, dragon! You gotta give our prey a good show!"