as there was a death involved , we had to return under escort to the coast guards clearwater air station with them for a full investigation , and so the cutters master-at-arms ( head policeman ) came on board the lady s to escort his prisoners back to port ( rhip ) , although td3 was going nowhere anytime soon , he was firmly shackled to a bed in the sick bay , with nothing in reach but a disposable bed pan ( he was certainly not going to use one of my shiny stainless steel ones ) , and if the master-at-arms had only but known it , i reckoned that the other prisoner , lady s , could easily have bested the cutter in a fair fight .