KA-Booommm!! What remained of the Dutch Brigantine ripped apart as the munitions a few spare crewmen had stayed behind to light went off. All that remained above water now was a singular mast at a very odd angle, the very tip of the bow with the figurehead fast disappearing, and the most aft portion of the vessel which had completely come out of the water displaying the most excellent hit it received in the rudder from the Red Dawn's forward long guns. The ship's Danish flag still fluttering in the light breeze.<br/><br/>Now then Captain, back to the discussion we were having before being so rudely interrupted by your flailing ship's death throes. said Captain MacQuain. Were there captives taken from the wreckage of the Nightingale and if so where did you take them?<br/><br/><strong>You'll get nothing from me you barbarous toad,</strong>spat the Dutch Captain. To emphasize his distaste he did actually spit at Captain MacQuain which earned a very sound strike to the back of the head by the crewman guarding him.<br/><br/>Now now, good sir. Where are your manners? Such an act is undignified for a man of your stature. But I will take you at your word.<strong>Tic Nic.</strong>If you would please see to our 'guest.'<br/><br/>Tic Nic, ever silent in the presence of anyone save the Captain himself, simply nodded. While walking toward the captive Captain he produced a small glass vial and a ball of wax paper. Then retrieved a small thin dart which he generally used in his blow gun, which there had been a small handful of opposing crew that had felt its sting that day, they were the lucky ones. The wax paper held some kind of paste which he rolled the dart's tip in, then proceeded with much care to drip a couple of drops of the liquid in the vial onto the dart as well. Resealing and returning the vial and wax paper to their spots somewhere in the folds of his overlarge shirt, Tic Nic gestured to the guard who then held the Captain's head back exposing his neck. With a quick jab, Tic Nic stuck the Captain in the neck, quite probably the jugular, it was hard to tell since the dart was so small the wound didn't really bleed at all. Tic Nic turned and walked away wiping off the dart as he went and returning it to rest beside its partners.<br/><br/>Turning to the five other junior officers before him, Now gentlemen I must admit I have a strong dislike for military officers but I am willing to allow the man who answers my questions first to leave this ship alive, Capt. MacQuain said.<br/><br/>Silence, not a word was spoken from the five men. Very well, a reminder then of what you face should you catch my ire. Turning toward the Captain and signalling a crewman off to the side, who started pulling on the ropes beside him. These ropes had been attached to the bindings of the doomed Captain both hands and feet. Another rope was added against his forehead to hold his head up instead of simply drooping there.<br/>Observe gentlemen, the concoction Master Tic Nic has given your Captain is one part sedative, so he's not feeling much of anything right now, nor does he have the capacity to even move his own head. The other part, the really interesting part is this. Drawing his main gauche he brought it up to the drugged Captain's chest, which had been bared by this point; and drug a clean, long, shallow cut. Normally the human body would be able to repair a cut like this over time with out any aid, but since being introduced to Master Tic Nic's poison the body will not be stemming the flow of blood from this wound. Or this one. Moving to the softer flesh of the stomach Capt. MacQuain repeated his earlier movement but with a little more pressure causing a deeper cut.<br/>Now then gentlemen, with a wave he signaled the crewman many the ropes to begin his other duty, swinging the yard arm these lines were attached to back and forth across the deck so the dripping blood added a fresh coat of red to the weather deck. Who will tell me what I want to know?<br/><br/><strong>Yes, there were captives taken from the wreckage.</strong>Another one jumped in,<strong>To Santa Lucia, they were taken to Santa Lucia.</strong><br/><br/>Good good, now see that gentlemen that wasn't so hard was it. With a nod the others who not spoken up were hauled to different portions of the weather deck where the red coloring was fading and provided a fresh coat through slit throats. But there is one problem, I said only one of you will leave the ship alive... drawing a dagger from the belt of a nearby crewman the Captain neatly threw it into the deck between them. Mr. Sprill inform me once we have only one captive remaining, MacQuain said as he walked back to his cabin and shut the door making for his charts to best plan the route to Santa Lucia.