The Commodore's unwilling minion never reported back. He swiftly decided that the man must have been caught and disposed of. But he had to know what exactly was going on the ship if he were to avoid being thrown overboard. Which would be bad.<br/>The possibility that he might have been more worried about people he<span style="text-decoration: underline">knew</span>were important and not just loud crazy old guys did not occur to the Commodore.<br/><br/>A last twist of his mustache, a quick brush of his really lovely coat, and the Commodore clomped his way to the Captain's cabin, swatting aside hapless crewmembers with his cane, with shouts of "out of the way, peons!". When he reached the door, which was notable by the lack of spies hanging around it, he gave it few sharp raps with his cane, and promptly let himself in.<br/>And, to his credit, only paused briefly at the woman tied to a chair. it wasn't thee first time he'd seen such a thing, oh no. There was that one Irish lass who- The Commodore blinked and pivoted to face that Ned fellow he'd heard before.<br/><br/>" Sorry, sorry. Just need some papers. Don't mind me, just a navigator."<span style="font-style: italic">With a beautiful mustache.</span><br/><br/>To support his ploy, he began to rummage around, putting his back to everyone and humming loudly. And, it had to be said, tunelessly. The Commodore, who wasn't a pirate, definitely was not equipped for a musical career.