<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, Navigation Room, Middle Deck<br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong>: Day 1 | Noon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>The Captain | Alvirs | Lawton | Marisol<br/><strong>Content:</strong>A purpose<br/><hr/>Devon smiled.  This was what he was good at.  "Will we be taking them from behind and chasing them out to sea or lying in wait north of the Turks?" he asked, moving forward to take a closer look at the map, his finger hovering over the eastern-most island of the Turks chain to show where he meant, even though they al knew what he was saying.  "We'll both be fighting the winds until far north of the Turks.  I have my expectations but with a captain and two senior officers who know how the<em>Esperanza</em>handles, I'd be a fool not to ask.  Can she overtake and give a good account of herself in a headwind?  Speaking of accounts, where on the roll do you prefer to fire, Mister Lawton, top or bottom?  I can tweak the wheel and give you an extra second or two to make your shot, although, from what you say, I suspect you'll hardly need it."<br/><br/>Devon looked back at the captain, his eyes gleaming.  The navy had never trusted him with the end goal, only with the destination. He knew in that moment that he'd move heaven and earth to please her.  The boatswain, however, he was equally willing to<em>dis</em>please.  He began calculating what changes he'd need to make to the rigging to get more than ten knots out of the ship, if it was at all possible, including whether the time they lost rerigging would be easily made up at the new speed.  Factor in a new crew who would work slower.... "Tell me how you want to claim your prize and I'll hoist every yard of canvas we've got, if need be, to get us into position to strike.  Have no fear, Mr Winton.  You'll get to feed your sharks, with the Turks still on the horizon.  As far as a prize crew goes, we're short handed as it is and I doubt the captain would accept a crew that surrendered at the first hint of trouble as new recruits."  Devon had blood on his hands already.  Although no one would ever call it cold blooded murder, it had been murder nonetheless  He'd kill again, in cold blood, just to prove the boatswain wrong.