As told by Cap'n Finn Jones
Inigo Castillo had worked for the Viceroy for
many years. He fought in Panama, and against the savages in New
Spain. It was told that he had a wife at each port in the Caribbean,
two of them of full native blood. When it was said that the Spanish
no longer needed the services of privateers, he gave full allegiance
to his purse and worked for the English Crown, looting the Spanish
Platte each spring as it passed the coast of Florida. Aye, but it
were in Jamaica that he met the strong-willed Irishman John O' Shea.
|Playing Inigo Castillo!
You could not call them friends; it was hard to call any acquaintance
of the Colonel a friend. One could meet the Colonel, and one did
business with the Colonel, and one might even play a hand of cards
with the Colonel, but he always kept his distance at friendliness.
He trusted Inigo, so far as he could trust any man, and paid him
handsomely as a retainer. Inigo would return from privateerin'
in the summer, and watch the guard round O'Shea manor. His responsibilities
were never clearly outlined, so far as that, but it was understood
that the Colonel was wealthy and had many enemies. Odd, it were,
that a man who had no friends had little trouble makin' enemies.
When Inigo found the Colonel, he was sitting in his common place at the tavern.
There was a man in a sharp blue and gold uniform sitting with him, a man Inigo
had never seen before, a man who moved his hands too much when he spake. The
Colonel saw Inigo, but the look in the Colonel's eyes told the Spaniard to be
small, so he went to the bar instead. The conversation lasted nary a minute or
two, and the fancy fellow left the tavern. Inigo took his ale and sat across
from the Colonel, who for some bad news could not look up from his drink.
||"Where's My Daughter?"
"Where is my daughter?" the Colonel asked, his voice enraged.
"In the manor, where she has been all night," said the Spaniard.
"Did you send some of your crew to watch the door?"
"I did," Inigo was perplexin'."Is something wrong?"
"That fancy fellow you saw me with? His name was Silky. He is one of my rum-runners."
He stopped to let the anger fall from his voice, "he said that my daughter is
in their hands. She's been kidnapped."
Inigo stood: "I swear by the Cross that we will find her, and bring her."
"They have ten men; their Captain told me so earlier this evening. I didn't think
of it before, but that's too large for a runner's crew."
"We have six men here, but if we knew where they were… there are eight ships in
dock. We can search each of them."
"He said that they have her in the old guardhouse on the northeast corner. They
say they will shoot us to pieces if we try."
"We have five guns. Three are small arms. We can surprise them. We can take care
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The Colonel seemed as if he had not heared the Spaniard: "They want my map. They
want to find Captain Morgan's treasure."
"What can you do about it?"
The Colonel look o'er the man for the first time; "I can give it to them."
"Why do you have the map?" Inigo asked.
"Because I buried the treasure."