[b]Jacob[/b]

Jacob couldn't help but laugh at the woman's arrogance. Not even the fiercest of enemy ships could best the crew aboard The Lusty Pillager. Still, the threat made his cheeks hot and he felt slight anger claw at the inside of his chest. Surely she hadn't meant for him to hear; but he had. Little did the woman realise that while Jacob was rather forgiving when it came to brash talk such as that of killing the crew, others were not. Smith in particular would not tolerate that behaviour. 

Jacob grimaced at the remembrance of just how poorly Smith could treat prisoners. Young, old; male or female, they were all the same to him. Limbs had been broken and blood was often spilled, some never made it out of that room alive. It wasn't something Jacob liked to dwell on. After all, Smith was a superb sailor and a good friend when he wasn't drunk or angry. He had settled in just fine among the crew, joining just a year after Jacob, and in the captain's eyes could do no wrong. 

"I mean it, stop with the damn threats or you'll get yourself killed." Jacob said, listening intently as the floorboards creaked slightly before the sound of footsteps moved from one side of the room to the other. Everyone got free from their bindings eventually, but this woman had obviously known a sailor at some point in her life. How else would she have freed herself so quickly? Rising to his feet once again, Jacob walked to the door and leant against. "Impressive," he said, not quite mockingly, but not completely sincere either. "Is your father in the navy?" Jacob laughed, pacing up and down in front of the door. "Sorry, [i]was[/i] he in the navy?" He didn't really know if her father had been murdered during the kidnapping, but he wanted to inflict some pain upon her. Was he doing it for his own satisfaction, or for her own well-being? He needed her to think; needed her to stop throwing threats about so openly. If a blow such as that could shut her up then so be it.

On deck Jacob could hear chains rattling and the wooden ramp that connected the ship to the docks beings heaved on-board. They would be departing soon. Before long they would venture into open water, leaving little chance that this woman would ever see her family again. That was if any of them were alive. Jacob was confident, but not certain that the family would be alive. He was essentially the look-out, and for that reason he would never actually enter the residence of a target. What happened inside was none of his business. For all he knew the family may have been tied up in a corner; watching as one by one their members were shot in the head. He had never heard gun shots though, only frantic shouting and the overturning of furniture.

"This has been fun," Jacob said bluntly. "But I really need to go and help on deck. Keep your head down or you're not going to make it to the drop off unharmed. Smith will probably bring you some food later. He is one of those people who you don't want to annoy."
Jacob turned on his heels and walked down the hallway until he reached a set of stairs that lead on deck. The hatch was open and the hushed voices of a few dozen men could be heard above. They had to be quiet so that they didn't attract too much attention. Time was ticking and soon the guards would be on the lookout for them. It was dark too; no other ship in port was lit at this time during the night, so the crew worked in something close to pitch black. 

As Jacob ascended the stairs and joined to help two others raise the sails he took in the silent anarchy. Men rushed from port to starboard, pushing crates or dragging netting behind them. Ropes were being untied from the docks and any extra weight that had been accumulated during their stay was now being cast into the water. Above Jacob, only visible by starlight, were crew readying yardarms and checking that everything was in working order. The shuffle of feet was constant, but it was disciplined. The Captain stood at the helm, planning out the route of the journey on a map, his face the essence of focus. No one bothered him, no one dared to. He was supposedly one of the finest captains alive, but he needed his space. If not the ship, along with everyone on board, could end up lost at sea for months.