"I wouldn't worry too hard, cap'n." Hunter said nonchalantly, "The nearest marine base is three weeks away from here. We have plenty of time to stock up and head out before ya see even a glimpse of their white flag over the horizon."

Dead Eye seemed as impressive as ever, though this cook seemed to be trouble. Ah well, he could always castrate the bastard if he went out of line. Digging through his satchel, he pulled out a large book titled 'the Isles of South Blue'. He flicked through the pages until he found what he was looking for.

"Scylla Island, known more commonly amoung sailors as Shipwreck Isle, is an otherwise ordinary island, save for its inaccessibility. Sharp currents and jagged rocks make the Isle completely unreachable, save for those who know the safe way. In recent years, the Marines constructed a prison on the Isle, due to the rise of piracy following the death of the infamous Gold Roger."

Hunter closed the book and returned it to his satchel. Turning back to Abigail he continued to explain.

"The prison on Shipwreck Isle has but a skeleton staff, relying on the treacherous waters to keep the prisoners secure. Fortunately, I know the safe route through to the island, and between me and Dead Eye we should be more than enough for them blasted marines."

He took a big swig of his drink, polishing it off. After that, he packed his stuff up and left to leave.

"I'm gonna go check out the ship. When she came into port she looked like a real beaut, save for that God awful figurehead." He waved his goodbye to the crew, and exited the tavern.