Interrogation - closed topic // Aislin

[Aislin of Port Legann]

Aislin shrugged slightly as she sat the bottle down and corked it. She had offered the drink out of habit, for even though she was the captain of a rough and ready crew, she had still been brought up to be a proper young lady.

“Very well, then,” she replied to his remark. “I have no intention of offering you your freedom, so I suppose this conversation is over. I shall have one of my crew escort you to the brig.” Hopping off her desk, she picked up her captive’s possessions and opened the cabin door.

Glancing around, the captain called out to the nearest sailor, “Mr. Fletcher, a moment of your time.” When the man entered the room, she gestured to the bound pirate sitting in her chair. “I’d like you to take Mr. Scylding below and lock him up. These are his things,” she added, handing the crewman the bundle. “Do with them as you see fit.”

Turning back to her captive, Aislin gave him a shallow bow. “It was delightful speaking to you, sirrah,” she drawled.

[Tobias Scylding]

As Aislin made a show of fetching a sailor to throw him in the brig, Tobias started laughing. It wasn't wild and hysterical laughter. He was more amused at how by the numbers this whole affair had been. He shook his head as if he were indulging a small child. Was he supposed to start begging for his life at this point?

He was jerked on to his feet by the crewman, who held a pistol to his back and rightfully so. Standing up, all 6ft 3 of Tobais cut a pretty formidable figure. He had to stoop his head a little to avoid banging it on the ceiling of the cabin.

He spat on the floor as the noble bowed to him. "Save your manners for someone who cares for them."

With a rough shove he was pushed towards the door. He halted and turned a little.

"Looks like what I know 'n' what I could find out about yer boy will die with me. That was worth riskin' your ship for wasn't it?" He called back to her, well aware that her crew could also hear. He smiled, and it was a cold hard smile.

"S'okay though, cos even if I swing, I know you'll be dying a much slower, painful death never knowing. You're halfway there already. Still at least y'have your fancy manners and you're noble pride. That's better then all the knowing in the world."

The sailor behind him jabbed him in the back. Tobais turned round and roared like an animal at him. The man flinched and took a step back and Tobias began to laugh again.

[Aislin of Port Legann]

Aislin gritted her teeth as the pirate mocked her in front of her crew. She did not care for being mocked, especially by a captive. Spittle she did not mind, words were a different matter. To a courtier, a phrase or motion could be as final as a sword through one’s innards.

However, the young captain kept her composure until the pirate startled her sailor. It was then that she admitted to herself that she was angry. Angry at her prisoner for not being properly cowed, angry at her crewman for showing fear at the actions of a bound man, and angry at herself for allowing the pirate to toy with her. The man was a captive; it was high time he started acting like one.

In one fluid motion, Aislin yanked a pistol from where it was thrust through the back of Mr. Fletcher’s back and stepped around the man. Pulling the hammer back, she aimed at the laughing pirate’s leg, then pulled the trigger.

[Tobias Scylding]

((OOC: I'm going to make it a pretty cursory flesh wound, his physical flaw is a leg injury...I don't want him ending up an amputee just yet! lol))

Tobais didn't have time to dodge the pistol shot and his left leg crumpled under him from the impact. He gritted his teeth and managed to bite back any cries of pain. As someone who'd been blasted by a cannon shot, he knew enough about the kind of agony a series injury could raise to know that this, on the grand scheme of things was not so bad.

He managed to heave himself up in to a sitting position, no mean feat with your hands behind you back. Tobias studiously ignored the snickers and jeers of some of the crew and fixed his eyes on the young woman.

Sweat stood out against his forehead and his skin had lost its colour, but in spite of that he laughed again. "So the captain of the Lioness has claws after all!" He was unceremoniously dragged to his feet once more by two sailors, one of whom hissed at him to shut his filthy mouth.

Standing, the blood that was soaking through Tobias' trousers and spreading down his calf began to spatter on the wooden planks of the deck.

"Well captain, I'll have ter bid you goodbye, as you can see...I'm a little indesposed now. " The two sailors began to drag him away, ignorant of his leg injury.

"If you ever get to wonderin' who your husband had business with," he yelled as he was bundled below decks, "you'll find me in th' guest quarters!"

[Aislin of Port Legann]

Aislin closed her eyes momentarily, and when she opened them again her calm facade had slid back into place. Noticing that a good few of her crewmen were looking at her, she pointedly remarked, "This ship is hardly going to sail itself, gentlemen." The sailors immediately looked away and began to busy themselves with various tasks.

Satisfied, the young woman forced a small smile onto her lips. "My apologies to whoever's turn it is to swab the decks," she said lightly. "I seem to have left you with a bit of a mess."

There were a few chuckles to her remark, but Aislin barely heard them as she retreated back into her cabin and locked the door.