<strong>Name:</strong>Captain Acosta (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.0)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Siren’s Call<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>Spanish, English, Portuguese<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Mr. Smith, other crew<br/><hr/>Katarina slowly made her way down the steps to the brig.  She wasn’t accustomed to taking prisoners, unless of course, they had a use.  She still marveled at the twist of fate that brought this “Mr. Smith” to her ship and placed him in her brig.  Captain Acosta seldom liked attacking the Spanish.  She much preferred a neutral partnership with them.  After all, it was easier to use their ports if she didn’t have a price on her head there.  The reason had outweighed the consequences and a rather despicable type of man ratted out this Mr. Smith as being a man of import.  The crew had taken it in their minds to take him and ransom him, and when the crew had something firmly in their minds, only a fool of a captain would deny them.  Mr. Smith was obviously somebody other than who he claimed, and she knew men who had secrets could both simultaneously be valuable and dangerous.  The measure of both she hoped she would soon discover.<br/><br/>While there were plenty of women pirates aboard the Siren’s Call, Mr. Smith was not one.  So, Katarina was dressed in a fashion to disguise her gender, baggy clothing that both made her look larger than she was as well as concealing her decidedly feminine curves.  Her hand rested upon her cutlass, short dark hair under a Captain’s hat, she strolled toward the iron cage and the man within.<br/><br/>”Aye, would be a waste of liquor that,” she answered his question in her thickly Spanish accented “manly” voice.<br/><br/>”Now, what I would be wondering, is why you would wish to take leave of our lovely hospitality?  Surely you don’t have anywhere else to be?”<br/><br/>She eyed the man’s flask for a moment and cursed the lay-abouts she called a crew.  Someone would be flogged for not searching the man closer.<br/><br/>”You don’t happen to have another secreted upon your person?  It’s poor manners to drink alone.”<br/><br/>Her almond colored eyes, framed within her weathered face, studied cage’s bars, built directly into the boat itself.<br/><br/>”The last person who thought about escaping swung by his neck from the main mast until the birds pecked away his flesh.  I’d hate to see the same fate befall a gentleman such as yourself, Mr. Smith.  Perhaps you can give me cause to see that that does not happen again?”<br/><br/>The crew could have their fun with him as he hung.  It was better to have no loose-ends upon her vessel.  They had too many secrets of their own to protect.<br/>