The other four casually walked away and the priest waddled forward offering a gracious bow. "it would be my absolute pleasure serving you as first mate, Cap'n Sinclaire!" the priest said in a musical voice at odds with his rather unfortunate face. "i'm father Capuelo but the crew call me Padre! I tend to the spiritual needs of these poor ship-bound souls!"<br/><br/>He waved at the dark skinned crew woman who offered him a wink before he turned back to the captain. "Occasionally I tend to... Other needs as well. Also! I speak some of the local dialects so if we encounter some of the island natives, they won't be so hostile to us! Where to first, cap'n!"<br/><br/>Their previous captain had been sailing obsessively in search of some unmarked island which led them to be stuck on the open waters for so long. His quarters, reeking of his stench were full of scrawled maps and ledgers in his cramped handwriting which would take long nights of effort to translate. From their last heading, the ship was a short ways away from the English colony of Port Royal. It was his refusal to sail there that had initiated the mutiny. There were other ports available for the captain to choose.<br/><br/>Map of the Caribbean (https://gamefaqs.gamespot.com/pc/915017-sid-meiers-pirates/map/7481?raw=1)