"My head. They knocked me out as I was... distracted. And we don't necessarily have to kill them." I say, moving forward and offering my still bound wrists to her first. Pieces of a fun plan fall into place in my mind as I speak, still noticeably slow. [i]Thrice damned poachers...[/i]

"I have this blindfold." Offering the carefully retrieved item forward. "My hands free for my eyes covered. At least while we're on the ship. Off the ship, I will allow you to rebind my wrists. On my honor, only you can remove this blindfold. I will allow nobody else, not even myself, to do so." 

Sitting now, with all the words I want now finally in mind, I continue "I imagine we could fool them into believing their information is meaningless. Take me to them bound and apparently obedient, claim that we are nothing worth remembering. Maybe push their minds in the right direction. With luck, they won't give our story a second thought, and never tell anyone about their encounter here."