After a time Mr. Sprill knocked on the captain's door and poked his head in.<strong>Aye cap'n it's done. Ye've only the one left now.</strong><br/><br/>Standing from his desk and checking his coordinates one last time before continuing, Thank ye Mr. Sprill let's 'ave touch more fun with him 'fore we turn to important matters. he said with a chuckle.<br/>Both men came back into the light of the now noon sun, Ah my young sir it appears you have proven to be the rightful claimant to my hospitality. Congratulations, you are here by freed of any form of imprisonment brought upon you aboard this vessel.<br/><br/>His face held the expression of both relief and utter dismay, given that he had to kill a fellow officer to obtain his freedom,<strong> I, I thank you Captain for your mercies. What would you have me do until we reach the nearest port?</strong><br/><br/>It was an honest question of course, it was also a common practice to make a released prisoner a deckhand until hitting the next port but, Captain MacQuain was not most people. I have no tasks for you young sir save one, get off my ship.<strong>Wha- what?</strong>You heard me, get off my ship. You are not a prisoner and you are not part of my crew. Therefore you are a stowaway and a trespasser. I trust you understand the consequences of either charge well enough to remedy your situation, quickly.<br/><br/>Suddenly very nervous and shaking ever so slightly, looking around frantically,<strong>Captain, we're in the middle of the ocean there is nowhere for me to go.</strong><br/>You are on board my vessel without my permission, how you fix that is not my problem. But if you insist on help,<strong>Mr. Tonnes,</strong>be a good man and help this young officer find his way.<br/><br/>With a grin that would make children cry Mr. Tonnes makes for the young officer drawing his cutlass. Many nicks and chips could be seen in the blade but with the battle still fresh in the young officer's mind he knew well it was sharp as any razor and began backing away into the railing of the weather deck. With a lazy swing Mr. Tonnes sent the officer half over the railing trying to avoid the strike. Quickly grabbing the front of his shirt Mr. Tonnes held him in the air a moment,<strong>This be your stop good sir, have a pleasant trip. Oh, and mind the barnacles she's due for a cleanin'.</strong>With a flex of his arm Mr. Tonnes pushed him out just a little farther and let go, the man disappearing over the side followed shortly by a splash. Turning and smiling at the captain he gave a curt nod,<strong> I believe we've set him on the right path sir.</strong>Trying hard to hold in a laugh until he finished the sentence, which he was then joined by the rest of the crew laughing at the joke.<br/><br/>The captain all grins stepped into the middle of the group, Alright gents, many o'you 'eard from earlier that we now be makin' for Santa Lucia to collect us a pigeon to lead us to Blackthorn's infamous horde o'treasure. So when we get there have fun we've not been to the Dancin' Dolphin in many months but we've got work ahead of us so don't draw the guards attention unless we've need of it. Turning towards the poop deck and the helmsman, Helmsman, change course to make for Santa Lucia! Let out all sails! The scurrying about the decks was pleasant to see, Capt. MacQuain rounded and headed up to stand beside the helmsman, he'd shown the most promise so far of all the recent applicants for a new navigator/quartermaster. This last order he nearly got perfect, Helm adjust course port by three degrees and hold her steady till the wind shifts or we strike Santa Lucia.<strong>Aye, sir.</strong><br/><br/>They weren't so far away from the island when they received the information and with her extra sails the Red Dawn proved the worth of her class. Santa Lucia was in sight without a spyglass by sunset. By the time they moored and settled with the harbormaster it was fully night. As the captain left the ship decked in his velvet tri-corner hat with its great plume and his lovely greatcoat hanging over top his weapons, a tactic he was fond of as it was less likely to draw unwanted attention right away. he turned to the crewmen left aboard, just enough to ready the ship in case there was a need for a quick departure. Your brethren should be back to relieve you by noon tomorrow if they are not send someone to find me and I will take care of it. Captain MacQuain made sure every time they were in port that every crewman got some time off, when crewman didn't want to comply they spent the next two ports confined below decks until they left.<br/><br/>Walking through town Macquain made his way to the dancing Dolphin, he didn't need to watch where he was going his feet knew the way. Of course you also only needed to follow the noise since it was the only real tavern/inn on the island. Once inside he stepped to the bar, Hey old wooden leg! Got anything over there that won't peel paint off the wall but will quench a thirst? Pegleg Dan familiar with multiple jokes and gibes about his leg, none of which he seemed to enjoy, spun around and locked eyes with Captain MacQuain who was at this point smiling widely. It's been a while old friend.