(OOC: Autopiloting Renard with LCP's approval.)


The prisoner was shifting uncomfortably in his chair, cringing away from Svanhildur every time she came too close. The Norse woman appeared to take pleasure in it.

"So," Rico greeted the captain, "what's your Elf saying?"

"We'll find your treasure," said Renard with a wolfish smile. "And you'll even get an officer's share. Not bad, eh?"

"...but...?" said Rico suspiciously.

"First off, we need you to draw us a map to the treasure."

"Oh, d'you take me for a complete idiot, captain?" scoffed Rico. "Did you even listen when I told you why Velasco wants me alive so badly? That's because the only map is here." He tapped his temple with a finger. "And for all I know, it's the only thing that keeps you from marooning me on the first rock we come across."

"You misunderstand, friend," replied Renard coolly. "I wasn't asking."

"What are you gonna do if I refuse?" snorted Rico. "Listen, captain, I ain't got nothing to lose. I'm concerned with only two things, my survival and my purse. And my survival comes first, 'cause dead men have no use for gold. As long as I'm the only man alive who knows where the Phantom is, your threats don't scare me."