<div class="floatleft">(https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51JuEU6%2B-lL._SX466_.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Devon Black<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esperanza, leaving Port Royal<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 2 | Late Morning (11:00 AM)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>All<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Praised by the captain<br/><hr/><br/>Devon grinned at the captain's words.  "I'll eat my hat, if we so much as snap a line," he answered, after running his eyes over the rigging.  He could hear the wind singing in the ropes.  "She'd need a full day's sail on us to even have a hope of escaping."<br/><br/>He watched as the French ship hoisted more sails.  It wasn't going to help them.  They had less than an hour before they were all going to be breathing their last.  Their best chance was to turn and fight but they wouldn't.  They were French and the French were poor sailors at best.  If they were lucky, they would have picked up a few of Napolean's cannon crews.  Otherwise, they were about to die embarrassed.