<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FsSwBxR.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Captain Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date: Day 1 | Noon</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Navigation Room, Middle Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Devon | Alvirs | Lawton | Marisol |<br/><hr/><br/>Devon’s request was something that Rose could only approve of. There was little she appreciated more in a person than loyalty, ambition, and the willingness to go the extra mile. She knew little about Devon Black so far, but although there were layers to him that would take a great deal of effort to uncover, there was an inherent feeling of trust there, even if it was isolated only to his capability to navigate the Esperanza to the places Rose wanted her to go. If she were a lesser person she might have felt some measure of guilt over inevitably driving Devon to situations where his genius would be tried; though she supposed it was true for all four men (hell, it was true for everyone on board), he would be the one standing at the helm with her when the winds grew fierce, the seas filled with chaos and the Gods no longer gazed upon them benevolently.<br/><br/><em>And where they were headed, no God nor man would favour them.</em><br/><br/>Lawton, of course, was a different story. Rose trusted him with her own life, and while she didn’t hold her mortal state in particularly high value, she had a nigh on unconditional faith in this man. Together they had braved ships with twice, sometimes thrice the amount of cannons and shot them straight to Davy Jones’ locker. He was a faithful lover to all his<em>girls</em>, and while he knew better than to count Rose among them, he still had a place in her shattered, poorly pieced back together heart for being so devoted. And so fucking good at what she’d hired him for.<br/><br/>And Marisol, her new quartermaster, was a unique individual in his own right. It was clear that he was in the right position, and the eager manner in which he defended his own rules and customs in his area of expertise were encouraging, to say the least.<em>Besides, she’d always been more into cats than parrots.</em>she expected nothing but good things from him,  and her intuition was rarely off.<br/><br/>Alvirs, of course, catered to Rose’s serious side. While he might not be making friends among the crew at most occasions, he was dependable, straightforward and would always,<em>always</em>do what it takes to get the job done. He was a rock, and he had seen Captain Rosette de Courtenay at her darkest and her worst, and she knew, beyond doubt, that he would make the tough decisions when she wouldn’t, and had done so when she<em>couldn’t</em>. And because Rosette herself was hardly a pushover, that said enough.<br/><br/>“Very well, Mister Black,” she said, looking her helmsman in the eyes with the gleam of mischief reflected in her irises. “To give you purpose here is exactly why I have summoned you fine gentlemen. It pleases me to find such diverse, yet capable men among my senior ranks. Know that, while here at the Esperanza much will be demanded of you, you will, once earned, have my faith and my loyalty. Just like I expect the same from you.”<br/><br/>She took her time to rest her piercing gaze on each of the men, both new and old. “I know that to some of you, serving under a Captain like me, might take some adjustments.” She didn’t emphasise the fact that she was a woman - although it was difficult to deny in the first place - but truly, that’s not what Rosette meant to begin with. “The Esperanza has a reputation to uphold, and we will not disappoint her. I have little interest in chasing small fry, when there are big treasures out there to be claimed. Now, we have uncovered many legends, sunk the most infamous of ships and become the nightmare to the royal fleets that sail the Caribbean. But what we’re about to do, will far surpass anything we have thusfar accomplished. And it starts…<em>here</em>.”<br/><br/>To this, she finally addressed the large map that centred their meeting. The little vessel that currently occupied the square just out of Port Royal, was joined by a secondary vessel as Rosette placed another, smartly sculpted ship on the table, positioning it just beyond the inner circle of the Caribbean , right above Haiti.<br/><br/>“A merchant vessel is leaving Port-au-Prince tomorrow morning, heading for the port of Marseilles. On board are a number of relics, artefacts from an old world, one of which is special interest to me. We will be intercepting this ship just past the Turks Islands Passage, right before it reaches the open Atlantic. We will recover the artefacts and we will sink the ship.”  She paused, hesitating. “We cannot afford any survivors to tell the tale. Not this time.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>