Pasha chewed on her bottom lip, this would be a problem. Telling people she needed them to support her without clueing them. Pulling a map out and unfurling it she grinned wildly.

"I hawe it! Just the thing we need." She pulled it out on the large desk and pointed to what to the untrained eye would look like a blot or mistake on the paper. "The Ilse del Risa. Full of treasure and a good place for the crew to dock. They be a greedy bunch, the prospect of gold in their pockets would surely make them follow ewen Satan."