"Aye, I came here afore with the Felconi family," Hunter said, glancing over at the horizon, "The Don had a rather foolish son who got himself arrested. We weren't there to break him out though, the bastard was going to blab about their entire operation. I ain't proud of killing the prat, but it got me enough gold to settle down for a few years."

Listening to the breeze, he jumped ashore and headed North along the beach. The prison was on the south of the island, but his intuition was telling him that this was the way he should take. Plus, it was a  beautiful day.

As he rounded a rocky outcropping, about 500 foot from the ship, he came across two men around  an empty treasure chest, and they weren't marines. They looked half starved, but at a glance he could read that one was an engineer, and the other was of the medical profession. Thanking Posiedon and his wife, he doubled back and called out to the crew.

"Cap'n!" He yelled, waving his arms to signal them over, "I found some shipwrecked sailors. They have talents we sorely need right now!"