"If they are schared away, it's their loss," Kat stated confidently. "We don't need any scharedy cats on our ship anyways."
She let her gaze wander around the crowded tavern, looking for competent sailors and fighters. If there were any or be had, she'd have them.
Blaise raises his hand to ask Etienne to bring down his song a bit. "Joy in the Lord is fine, but it's late and the guards may be tired. We don't want to be a nuisance." He strides to the door and gives a few short knocks.
Others present in the tavern who might make for serviceable crew mates include...
A dozen loose-lipped pirates down on their luck complain about itching for a big score, yet drink themselves under the table all the same. A thick-necked pot-bellied pirate named Rounder is their sullen leader, cussing about the "black spot" to a bartender clearly weary of listening to the men's troubles.
A small gang of lads – porters, deckhands, and waifs – are trying to convince Ulsta to give them some ale so they can use it to get the "dock monkeys" drunk...there seems to be a more involved explanation that involves lots of hand-waving and excited head nodding. Ulsta, of course, remains unimpressed.
Nine armed men study a map intently in one of the booths, marking it up with red charcoal. Though they seem aggravated at not finding whatever it is they're hunting for, they can afford to keep the ales coming, so someone is paying them well.
Conspicuously absent from the tavern are any of the crew from Captain Reed Wallace's The Winchelsea; apparently, he has them hard at work tonight.
Noting the absence of Wallace's men, Nia frowns slightly. Whatever they were doing, it wouldn't be good for her crew.
Perhaps there was something else she might do tonight.
"Captain," she murmured, stepping closer to Kat, "Will you be needing me here? I am tinking a pair of eyes to see what our rival is up to would be useful."
Blaise lowered his head in a respectful nod and lifted his hand to make the sign of the cross, “The Lord’s blessings upon you, Mister Cotton. We do apologize for the lack of notice. My fellow and I are visitors to the island. We are actually headed to establish a mission on the continent, but our ship’s captain wanted to stop to refresh his supplies before we finish our journey. We sought out the church to pray and offer a hand if needed. When we arrived, we were told of the upcoming execution and asked if we could administer last rites to your prisoners.”
“Would you mind showing us the way?”
Etienne stands up and with a low but imperious voice says to the jailor: "My son, we can imagine you are fond of the Eartly pleasures but remembers the Lord is watching from the Sky and your immortal soul may burn in Hell if you don't confess your crimes before you die. Those poors Spaniards' destination is the deepest of the 7 hells. They are condemned to suffer eternal pain and we must relieve it a little.
Remember that those who remain miscreant will also burn in Hell. Please confess your crimes yourself, my son, before your immortal soul withers and you are unable to come back from damnation path!"
"Nawww, I'm okay," Kat smiled at her friend, "I've been way drunker myshelf." She frowned at her own sentence, then shrugged. "I knows the way home just fine."
"Before you go, whaddya think of thoshe scurvy dogs? The onesh with the map? Or that group of underfed boysh? We could use both I'd dareshay."
Blaise looks deeply saddened by the confession, “My child, these are grave sins. By your own confession, you have willfully given yourself to drunkenness and carried others into it with you. You have also sought to steal from your brothers through deception which has broken the eighth and tenth commandments of our Lord. Take heart though, my child. The Lord is abundant in mercy. For those who are remorseful of their sin, the Lord has provided for the forgiveness of sins through penance. The touch of hellfire needs to never scorch your soul. Your actions have shown your lack of love for your fellow man. Your penance should answer that. The Spaniards deserve the same opportunity that you are receiving. Show your penance by allowing us to go and offer it to them while you remain here and pray to God in remorse for your sins.”
"Hmmm.... I don't like deception. And clergymen...
Bold words... While listening to Blaise' sermon, he just consider how much he would need redemption himself for all his sins. The last parson he rubbed elbows with was that poor wretch he tortured decaces ago during the War. Just before he become disgusted with himself and left the militia to join the Navy- just to stop obey his militia chaplain, a religious fanatic who wants all protestant clergymen dead." Last time a parson tried to lure me to his church, I preferred to flee to the nearest Huron village..."
Kat nodded thoughtfully for a moment. "Very well, I take both of your councils." She placed a hand on Nia's shoulder, "Be off with you if you have shomeplace better to be my friend. We will meet in the morning."
"You coming?" she nodded to Jacques, before heading over to the young boys.
"So what's thish all about boysh? What are we on about?"