[color=f1c40f]Time: [/color]10am 
[color=f1c40f]Location: [/color]The ship, namely the cargo hold
[color=f1c40f]Interactions:[/color] [@Alivefalling] Barboda 
[color=f1c40f]Equipment:[/color] The clothing on his back: A unbuttoned dress shirt of the pirate-y variety, leather breeches, matte black in color, leather boots, in surprisingly good shape

The gentle rocking of the ship had been lulling Tesoro to a daze. Sure, he was captured and was probably going to get turned into some mob boss for a prize. That did not dampen his spirits however. He was sure that he can talk his way of a death sentence. Surely a man like a mysterious mobster can use a man of his talents. After all, if that is how the world is going to be for him, thats what he will do. He will serve this mobster, bide his time, then be back out on the sea one way or another soon enough.

Now. He is out on the sea. That much is a fact. But not the circumstance...

Tesoro found himself gagged, bound, and otherwise generally abandoned. He rolled his eyes, and literally passed out. One might call that careless, but in Tesoro's eyes, what else was he going to do? His fists were bound behind his back, and his mouth was clothed shut. Two of his favorite tools were both out of commission. He was like...a fish out of water...essentially.

When Tesoro would wake, he figured he should at least try to free either his hands, or his mouth. After all, he needs to eat, and potentially use his fists if a fight broke out. After much struggle, he found that whoever took the time to bind him took much greater care to tie up his hands than his mouth. He could not undo the knot on his wrists but he was able to slip past the gag that was on his face. 

Tesoro sighed. He would try to get out of the cage he is in but that will undoubtedly cause some commotion. Normally, Tesoro would not mind. But with his fists restrained, he preferred not to fight and to talk to whoever will come and visit him first.

A short while passes. Tesoro was still in his predicament. However, he started to smell someone cooking. The food smelled mighty fine. That made Tesoro hungry and therefore antsy. He wanted to get out of the cage he was in. As luck would have it, an armored man stepped into the hold.

[color=f1c40f]"Shit. Its the bounty hunter. Barbosa or something or another. In any case, he is seriously the green cunt people said he would be."[/color] Tesoro thought to himself. He kept quiet, but Barboda spoke to him first, asking who he was and why he was bound. [color=f1c40f]"Captain Tesoro Takeda of the El Dorado. Formerly of the El Dorado anyways... I'm bound because apparently some scallywag is a sore loser, or I might have had a go with the wrong wench, or something. Whats it to you? You're not Roper. Fucking Roper. I can't believe I let that cunt get to me... Anyways. Let me loose, yeah? Whatever your purpose is on this here ship, I can help."[/color] Tesoro said to Barboda, hoping that he would actually free him.