LOG - The Escape Plan [Closed]

[has_a_map]

Who: Miguel has_a_map and Tulio needs_a_plan
What: The Escape Plan
Where: The Brig
When: Last night, probably late.

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[needs_a_plan]

Tulio was busy scraping together what bits of dry straw he could gather from the pile of moldy fodder that was presumably there to sleep on, in much the same way fruitcake was presumably there to eat.

"All right," he announced, relocating his bundle to a drier bit of floorboard and arranging it into a pile. "Give me the rock." He held out his hand, staring into the pile of straw as though it held the answers to their prayers. Which, to be accurate, it did, more or less. "We strike the rock against the bars," to which he pointed for emphasis, despite the fact that Miguel had been staring at them for what portion of the hours he hadn't been whiling away bothering Tulio, "until we get a spark. We have to be very careful to direct the spark to the straw, of course, which should catch fire..." He eyed it hopefully. "And once we have a fire, we let it grow a bit and shout to the guards for help. They'll have to open the door to beat it out, because they won't waste water throwing it into the cell, and once they're all good and distracted,

[has_a_map]

Miguel looked at Tulio for a moment as he revealed his plan, leaning forward first to look at the slightly less damp pile of straw, and then back up to regard his partner with what was possibly a skeptical look.

"So...you're planning on setting fire to the straw that we are sitting on, in the cell that we're currently trapped in...and hope that those bloodthirsty pirates will believe us when we start shouting."

[needs_a_plan]

"Well..." Tulio paused to think that over. "That's about the extent of it, yes." He grinned hopefully. "What do you think?"

[has_a_map]

"I think it's fantastic!" Miguel said, handing the rock over with a bright smile. He leaned forward on his elbows, looking at the pile of straw that would soon become their ticket to freedom.

"do you think we'll have enough time to get supplies while they're putting the fires out?" he asked brightly, glancing over his shoulder in case a few of the pirates decided to come below deck and harass them some more. He was torn at which was worse; Cortes' flogging and potential slavery, or death at the hands of vicious pirates.

It was a toss up, really.