The Castilian had the air, all through the discussion about which possible target to pursue, of a man with an opinion likely to be unpopular but also one not well-rooted in practical experience. Thus and so, he held his tongue and his peace, letting the others grapple with the knotty question of targets. Any sense of relief and satisfaction he may have felt upon hearing the Captain validate his thoughts was short lived as she assigned him to one of the boarding parties.<br/><br/>More correctly, he was leading one of the boarding parties. Why he was to be so entrusted escaped him--he was, as he had clearly stated, a scholar rather than a soldier. Perhaps, he ruefully reflected, he had made too much of the wrong sort of impression upon La Bella Dona Capitana?<br/><br/>He favored the red-haired woman with a slight smile (which unknown to him seemed a touch radish and daring) and went to fetches own blade in preparation for the madcap moments soon to come.