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Abigail turned her attention to Hunter.  The navigator looked like he was having trouble letting go of the wheel.  Perhaps it was an inability to grasp the fact that not only had the ship made it through the rough seas, but they were still in one peace themselves.  Eventually though he managed to get his fingers to relax and make his way over to the captain.  

"Things could always be worst."  She nodded.  "Those marines could've made it through the storm with us."  With a frown she chewed on her lips and looked around.  "I suppose that's the only option we've got at the moment, isn't it?"  She paused to think things through but nothing came to mind.  They were between a rock and a hard place, and sooner rather than later both firm surfaces were going to start squeezing them like vices.  

She paused to turn her attention to Anna, whose head was red for more than just her hair.  "Blood loss from the head is good. It gives your brain more room for some out the box thinking.  Plus, its better than bleeding profusely from other places like the left side of your chest, gut, arm pits, ect, etc."

"Hmmm."  Abigail put a hand on her hip while the other rested on the railing so she could drum her fingers.  She didn't have very good rhythm.  "We don't have much time either, do we?  I'm sure that the marines must've gotten word out to the rest of the island we're here."  She paused for a moment before nodding to herself. Her eyes narrowed.  "Still, we've come here for a reason, haven't we?"

"Hunter."  She said, with her face still towards the island.  "You wouldn't by chance know which way the prison might be, would you?"