"Clap him in irons!" 

The struggle began anew, six men doing their best to keep a hold of him as Neil rolled like a river serpent. An arm reached to try and wrap around his neck and the pirate sunk his teeth in the meat of the forearm, sending the guard in a fit of screaming. Neil stepped awkwardly, his arms moving quickly, punching and elbowing and kicking where he could. "Blighters slippery as an eel!" One of them complained. Neil had no illusions of getting out of the bind, but he wanted to make it as tricky as possible. Maybe they would make some sort of mistake. Finally they managed to grab a hold of both his wrists, and the woman who watched casually put her knife away and waited for the opportunity to punch him square in the midsection for good measure. Neil doubled over and they managed to finish the arrest. 

"What the-" He coughed, gasping a lungful of air. "What the hell did I do!?" 

The woman and the sergeant stared at him before they exchanged looks. Ok, that was a fair point, he silently conceded. "What did I do for this [i]specifically[/i]?" 

The question was met with a cudgel to the face, and he dropped. Only the men keeping a hold of him kept him from slamming face first into the dirt laden street. After that, Neil faded in and out of consciousness. Sometimes his feet were dragging, othertimes he recalled stumbling along, but before he knew it, the Iron Hulk came into view. He had seen the strange prison a handful of times, but had never actually been tossed in. Free Sail was a city of runaways from the law, only the worst were thrown in, and only rarely did any leave. As the name suggested, it was originally made from a beached war galleon, hollowed out and filled on the inside with stone and iron bars, and the dungeons went below the surface as the years progressed and the offenders increased. They rounded the corner, and Neil found himself at the entryway, made of timber and brass fitting on the starboard side. 

"Keep moving, boy!" One of the watchmen said, tired of hauling Neil around. 

"Hey! Wait a minute!" He said, beginning to struggle again. His eyes swung to the woman, narrowing on her. "Who are you?" 

She snorted, pinching his nose between her thumb and forefinger. "No importa quién soy, Albioness!" She snapped, and Neil had to fight to get his nose back. She did not seem unamused, but her face did not smile. There was an intensity and danger there, something he would have found endearing had Camilla not stolen his heart. The thought of his lover brought back his willingness to fight, and he decided to get in another jab.

"Ah! Oh, am I suppose to have taken Castillian lessons now!? HaY mUcHoS lIbRoS eN lA bIbLiOtEcA?" He mocked. 

As the pirate predicted, he received another series of bludgeons, not least of which from the woman, before he was tossed into the darkness of the Iron Hulk, where the screams and laughter of the insane perpetually echoed, and the worst blackguards in the seas were your own companions.