Post a question. It can be any question at all; the next person has to answer it as their character. If the character would not normally reveal this information, imagine they are being interrogated or questioned by a superior. Then post another question for the next player. Questions may be repeated.

I'll start.


Does your character like to drink?

Yes, I like to drink, and my favourite is mezcal. Which is your favourite pastime?

Jacquotte likes to pore over the accounts of the bar and when she has the time, do an inventory in the cellar downstairs. It's a menial task but she likes to see the tangible proof of what she has built Nd shaped into success. It proves to her it's real.

Do you have siblings?

We've been two pairs of twin boys... and there is a sister between us... so yes, I have three brothers and a sister! My favourite is my younger brother Juanto, (Juan Antonio), who keeps me informed what had happened at home in the many years I couldn't go... Thank you, Jacquotte, for receiving and keeping for me his letters!
What do you do when you get bored?

"I'm a ship captain. I have far too much occupying my time between keeping logs, examining supply records, charting courses, and maintaining discipline to even have he time to be bored. Should I find myself with any spare time on my hands, I would most likely use it to get some air on the quarterdeck, or to enjoy a brandy while reading through the latest reports."

Do you have a role model?

I have several role models... and most of them have been famous sailors! But first of all I adored my father and he (and my uncles too) were my main role models. If I have now a new role model since I am in the Royal Navy... I let you discover beneath the threads who might be this new one ;) !

How superstitious are you or which are your main superstitions?

I like to take my lot into my own hands, thank you very much, so I wouldn’t say I believe in that kind of stuff, except... Well, there’s the thing with the cat. I would never admit it openly, but whenever she’s with me, I tend to have more luck with my choices than when she isn’t. But I haven’t found that single white hair on her yet, so I guess I’ll die poor, but lucky. Not that she would let me pluck it out anyway. Damn.

What’s your worst fear?

My worst fear is not to die poor! When you are poor, nobody gives as much as a copper coin on you, nobody takes you in consideration anymore. As long as you are rich, you are appreciated. As I know that a sudden strike of bad luck can destroy the business one had built in a lifetime, and my father's death showed it clearly to me, this fear of mine is why I got involved both in the legitimate dealings I have to share with Sir John and in illegal ones with the smugglers.

Which is your favourite pastime... or hobby?

There is always some job of work to be done, though a shirker will tell you otherwise. I'd warrant that I'm seldom idle, and neither am I a frivolous man. If I finish what needs being done, I do what could be done. In any case it is a poor thing for a man to be too long at rest, and if he is, he should be employed at something that will keep him a bit busier.

Would you rather settle things with a fist fight or a debate?

Would you rather settle things with a fist fight or a debate?

I'd rather sit down over a pitcher of ale and tell dirty jokes until we're all drunk, laughing and mates again - how's that sound to you Mister Kentish? ;)

OK next question: What's the best time you ever had on liberty, and where? (or in port if you're more the piratey type :D )

"I do recall a certain shore leave as a young man when I encountered a young woman whom I later married. It was a both enjoyable and memorable occasion."

What's the worst thing you've ever done?

I killed the man who gave me food, education and shelter when I had nowhere else to go. To make things worse, he was a priest. He caught me stealing and threatened to deliver me to the authorities. As I was already wanted for murder, he left me no choice. Still, not a deed that I am particularly proud of. Oh wait, now that you know that, I'll have to kill you, too, won't I?

So, what would you do to save your life?

I'll try to negotiate, offer a ransom, tempt; I'll tkink of an alternative solution too, such as escaping somehow... If nothing works I'll beg and implore... What else could I do? I am not a fighter! Since the boarding school where my father had left me in my early teens I hadn't fought anybody!

Which is your achievement you are the proudest of?

my proudest 'chievement is bein' here. Yes'sah, it's a blessin'. The angels done be smilin' at me and showin' me the way. I reckons maybe just bein' here, sah, be my best 'chievement, I do. yes'sah. But maybe the 'chievement I nots be proudest of is 'bout the same, 'specially when ya' ain't got's a penny. But nows I got's that penny that keeps runnin' 'way yonder so's my 'chievements are all blessings from the Lord, 'cause I's just a man and I's makes many a err.

(let me know if I go overboard and you can't read my verbals...heh)

When did your mama let you go apickin' your firs' strawberry wit'out her there holdin' your hands?

Picking strawberries? How funny! Do they grow in the field or in the forest? I have never picked any, just bought them from the market in any port we happened to anchor! And I guess I was allowed to go to the market, not really alone but together with my brother... when I was around 10, I think!

What is your relationship with the sea, and how did it start?

My first encounter with the sea was when I was a young boy and had just run away from home - again.

I ended up at the docks of the river Clyde, watched the sailors go about their business, took in all the sights and the smells of the big ships and have never considered any other kind of work since that day.

The sea is my first and true love, my companion in loneliness and my safe haven to turn to whenever my life ends up in turmoil again. I have always come back to her.

What would you do when faced with the dilemma to sacrifice your crew-mates or give in to the enemy?

*chuckles* That's kind of a hard question considering i don't like most of my crew mates and i would never, in a million years surrender to my enemy. If prompted with the choice i guess I would sacrifice a few crew members.

That may sound harsh and cruel but let's really think about it. If we give in the the enemy aren't most of the crew going to end up dead anyways? So if i sacrifice them first they won't die by the hands of their enemies. *shrugs*

Was there ever a time where you were honest to goodness happy? If so describe that time.

A few years back I miss my time with Ross. Damn English Navy I hope all they burn in Hell. Ross was my love and my life and my son's closet vision of a father and he was taken away and hung. I shudder thinking about what his last thoughts were. He used to love watching the sun go down or sun come up with me in his arms. Ross used to tell me that the sun rises to greet the world and sets to bid it good night.

What's your most embarrassing moment that happened in front of more then one person? I love details so tell if you dare.

I won't tell you how many embarassing moments can a Spanish woman live while learning English in Antigua, and giving wrong answers to misunderstood questions.

But about embarassing in general - just imagine a naive young woman of seventeen years old, understanding only a few words in English and wanting to find a job as a barmaid.

It was what I knew to do the best, I had helped my parents in our tavern in Cartagena since I was nine. But our tavern had no whores and no rooms. The occasional wenches sailors might bring there for a drink, a meal and a dance before retiring somewhere for the night were known as such, but they were from outside. Only my parents and I were serving in the tavern and I had always been respected as don Antonio’s daughter and nobody asked more from me than delivering promptly, with a smile, what was ordered, and a dance on festive evenings. Yes, all of us, the children, were dancing jota and sevillana for the customers' entertainment and ours.

There in Antigua I didn't know that being a barmaid meant also being a prostitute. I was mourning the loss of my man and far from wanting any male company, so when the first customer attempted to get frisky with me while I was delivering what he had ordered, I acted like any respectable widow would have, throwing out the man's impudent hand and protesting loudly that I'd call the owner and he'd be thrown out - thing which back in Cartagena my father would have done.

Of course he didn't understand my Spanish better than I understood his English then, but I was explained later, with a serious beating, that I had to submit and that all this men's behaviour was expected.

Is there a place and a person you are longing to come back to? Who, and where?

Do Dead people count?

In the event that they do I wish i was back in London with Anna. She was my one true love. And if anyone dares to mock me for saying that, I'll run ya'll through with my blade and won't think twice.

Ahem, anyways, We didn't have a ton of time together and had a baby on the way so i'd spend all my time with her in London. But seeing as they are both dead, I can't get what I want now can i? Now if we have to answer with a real, living person, you can find the object of my affection in Tortuga but I'll not be given ye her name, that's for me to know and you never to find out.

You had to choose between a lifetime of riches and no love, or a lifetime of love and being broke, which would you choose and why?

'Better a little with the fear of the Lord than great wealth with turmoil.'

Did you arrive at your current situation by accident or design? Is this the life you would have chosen for yourself?

I wouldn't have chosen this life for myself, I think I would have remained on the encomienda, or, more likely, I would have returned to Veracruz with Benita as my wife and I'd opened a smith's shop. My twin brother was more suited for the life in the countryside than me.

But first of all the sea chose me when I was 18, and then, three years later, thrown in the Charleston prison for smuggling, I found at the other end of my chain a Jamaican pirate. We escaped together, we swore to be brothers for life, and so I got on the same ship with him, a pirate ship. The rest is history... only that Frank died in the fight with the "Persephone".

Which is the darkest secret of your life - and who knows it?