<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>Rosette de Courtenay (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=300519.msg14691423#msg14691423)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Captain<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/>The amount of objections, suggestions and other such pushing at their boundaries was to be expected, although Rose was unpleasantly surprised that Alvirs seemed to be at the helm of it. She angled her head towards her bosun, silently questioning his motives for doubting her. Perhaps the past four years had given him reason - several reasons, in fact-  to wonder what the captain’s goals are, but to start doubting her now would be surprising, to say the least. Of course, he had always been the sceptic of the crew, and had never been one to hold back the difficult questions for the sake of getting along. She appreciated that in him.<br/><br/>Most of the time, anyway.<br/><br/>“Dear Alvirs, I’m a little insulted you would question the Esperanza’s capabilities like that. We’re the fastest pirate ship to sail the Caribbean, do you truly believe a merchant boat is gonna outsail us?”  She cast him a half-smile, then pointed towards the map. “As I said, the merchant vessel departs tomorrow. This gives us a full day of sailing, which…” Her slender fingers danced in small steps across the map, towards the aforementioned passage. “...about here by the time it sets sail. Well ahead of them. To answer your questions: we use the passage to locate the vessel, then let it take to open sea before we take pursuit. We don’t want any scattered naval ships coming to their aid, do we? As for the details…”<br/><br/>Rose, with her perpetual smile upon her red shaded lips, theatrically raised her shoulders. “...I don’t know what ship we’ll be meeting. I don’t know what it looks like, what size it is, or what name it bears. All we can be certain of is that it will be fast, it will be strong enough to cross the Atlantic, and most importantly-<em>it will try its bloody hardest not to stand out.</em>”<br/><br/>She shook her head; a clear indication of how she was going to react to the further questions, suggestions that were made. “Marisol,” she indicated, “Your suggestions are creative, and under different circumstances perhaps effective. But the open sea will not allow for sneak attacks, nor am I going to risk the chance of failure. And while I will<em>always</em>appreciate your input, my strategy is not negotiable. The ship<em>will</em>be sunk, and we cannot afford to let anyone get back to mainland and let on just what ship is carrying their hidden treasure. I do not expect to find a soul on that ship that will ally themselves to a band of pirates, and we will be out at sea for too long to take on a dozen prisoners.”<br/><br/>Her eyes were darkening; a telltale warning to anyone who knew her. Lawton’s words were pacifying though, and she took a deep breath through her nose, her posture slightly relaxing. “What I need from you, Master Black, is to set a direct, but covert course to the pass. Alvirs, Marisol, find me the most capable swordsmen or -women, we’re going to need them on board. And Lawton..? Get the girls as ready as you can. Don’t underestimate this vessel, be prepared for anything.”  Rosette let her gaze wander those surrounding the table. “That goes for all you.<em>Are</em>there any more questions?”<br/><br/><br/>