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The blade sliced through the rope binding him to the mast. Sheathing the rapier again, Jaqueline quickly untied the knots around the man's wrist and pulled him to his feet. "Come on, then. Don't have all day." Keeping a firm grip on his arm, she headed to the hatch that served as entry to the hold. She pulled it open and pushed him in front of her. "Go on."

Jaqueline chuckled and followed him down into the hold. A portion of the hold was barred off, and she directed her captive into the space. It was big enough that he could move around comfortably, but he wouldn't be able to find anything near enough to use as a weapon. "Naw. Ya wanted it too much." She could tell he was surprised by her actions. A common reaction by the rare few she brought aboard. "I may be a pirate, but that don't mean I ain't got a code of honor. We just left port a few days back, so it'll be awhile 'fore our next stop. You'll be stayin' in here for a few days or till I find something useful for ya to do. We'll letcha off when next we make port."

Jaqueline chuckled. "Aye. Anythin's better than Davy Jones's locker." She swept an almost mocking bow and turned to head back abovedecks. "Enjoy your stay, Mr....Ah." She chuckled and turned back to face him. "That's right. I never got your name. Not too polite of me as your host, eh?"

Jaqueline grinned. "Well, Joseph Hardin, I am Captain Jaqueline Phoenix of the good ship Phoenix Flight. You, however, will call me Captain or Captain Phoenix as do all on this ship." Once again, she turned to go. "Someone'll bring you food at eight bells," she said as she left. Back abovedecks, she was almost immediately confronted by the quartermaster. "Cap'n, what're you plannin' ta do with him? We've no use fer a passenger." "Don't worry 'bout that, Mr. Ebon. You know how I work. If he still wishes to leave by the time we reach the Isle de Tortuga, we'll let him off and continue." The man gritted his teeth and nodded reluctantly. "Aye, Cap'n."

A sudden thought struck Jaqueline just as she was about to tell the quartermaster to return to his post. Mr. Ebon, see if you can get some clothes from someone of the same height an' build as our guest. Wouldn't do ta have him die 'fore we make port." "Aye, Cap'n." While the quartermaster did as he was bid, Jaqueline went up to the helmdeck to give the helmsman a break. Charting a course was much more enjoyable than simply retiring to her cabin.

Looking a bit miffed at having to cater to the captive's needs but unwilling to defy his captain, the quartermaster rapped on the bars of the caged section of the hold. "Here," he said gruffly. "Cap'n thought ya'd need somethin' dry ta wear." He slid the bundle of clothes and boots through the bars and left.

At the helm, Jaqueline pondered what to do with the captive Joseph Hardin. He didn't seem like the type who'd done much hard work in his prior life. She glanced up at the rigging. Perhaps the crow's nest? A smirk twitched up the corner of her lips. It was either that or cabin boy, and the crew would enjoy pushing him around too much that way. Eight bells was struck, and the helmsman returned to his post, leaving Jaqueline free to do as she wished. She went down to the galley and told the cook to give her a bit of what he was making for the crew's dinner. With that in hand, she returned to the hold. "Good evenin', Mr. Hardin. I trust you've enjoyed your stay so far?" she smirked.