<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 1 | Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lourdes<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Calling a sailor onto he carpet<br/><hr/><br/>The anchor had been raised and the ship was making her way out of the harbour.  They had the last of the morning tide to take them out of Port Royal but he wanted the<em>Esperanza</em>under sail. From his post at the helm, Devon was calling out orders.  He wanted to see what the frigate could do.  Equally, he wanted the captain and first mate to see what he could do.  He called out orders to unleash the canvas.<br/><br/>When a yard arm came loose, he called for it to be secured.  He watched as the sailor leapt to obey his order.  She was fast in getting aloft but fumbled in securing the yard arm.  He frowned.  Even from the helm, the knot looked sloppy.<br/><br/>"You there!  The one who tied the yard arm!  Front and centre!  Who taught you to tie a knot?  A blind man might be happy to see it but I'm not and you can bet your rum that the Captain won't neither.  I've seen better work from an old man with a hook.  Fetch a piece of rope and if you can't tie a proper knot by nightfall, the boatswain might have a better use for that rope."<br/><br/>A sailor would know what the bosun would do use the rope for; splitting it into a cat-o-nine tails and using it on the sailor's back.  Devon had no fear that he'd need to turn the nimble woman over to the ship's disciplinarian; he could teach a monkey to tie knots in the time he'd given.