[The feed cuts on more by accident than anything, as the little device is put to the side and left there, because Hector's poked at it, found it to be of absolutely no use to him, and forgotten about it just that quickly.
Instead, he's more interested in the pool. It's man-made, he knows that; he's not ignorant, after all, but the water filling it seems off, despite being as clear as from any spring. It smells...Bad. Artificial. Not at all like water should, if he's being honest. It's a chemical smell, though he doesn't know what, and he can't for the life of him, as he settles back onto his haunches, resting his arms across his knees, figure out why someone would fill a pool such as this with water such as that. Poisoned? Could be. One arm drops from his knee and he dangles a long-nailed finger over the water, debating.
Two fingers break the surface, and he holds them there for several long moments, his face not registering the surprise he feels at the warmth of it. That is very odd, because even the warmest puddles in the Caribbean never reach that kind of temperature on the hottest of days.
His fingers dabble a few more moments before he eyes them and sticks them in his mouth. Just like that. And when he removes them he spits to the side opposite of the device, before giving a snort.] Aye, poison. As I thought. Though why some fool'd waste time filling a pool with it be beyond my thinking.
[He wipes his hand on his jacket and stands, looking out over the pool. He'd love an explanation for this. He really would, as to why his crew, the two greenhorns from Port Royal, the goddess, and his monkey are all missing. They're bound for Singapore, hadn't even left Tortuga, and yet...
Here he is, standing over a pool of poisoned water. His luck, really, is not improving much even uncursed.
Of course, there are also the lights, but that's another kettle of weird fish, and he's nearly has his daily fill for it. Those he'll leave well enough alone.]