Abigail watched from the ship's bow as the little island got closer and closer.  It didn't look like anything special, but there was a lot of fixing up the place needed, especially if they were going to be dealing with slavers, and they were going to.  She didn't know much about Zypha, but she had a feeling her crew mate too had been angered by the unwarranted attack on their ship, and she doubted the woman would let it go.  NOt that it could be let go.  There was a slaving business going on on the island, and there was little doubt that whoever this Treant guy was, wouldn't put up a fight in keeping them there, and protecting his investment.  Easily, the worst thing they could do is turn their back on an enemy.  

The red pirate picked up a nearby spy glass and looked through it.  There wasn't much to see, but for a small camp with what appeared to be large cats.  She didn't doubt those men were in league with Treant.  The whole island had to be under his fist. "So what now?"  Abigail said, moving close to Zypha so none of the others could hear her speak.  "I'm not sure how you feel, but going in gun's blazing doesn't seem like the smartest thing to do."  She shrugged.  "But I'm not really a strategist."

She turned away from her partner and looked out into the ocean, and not for the last time wonder what had happened to the man with a hammer.  They'd meet again, she didn't have any doubt about it, but next time she wouldn't let things go his own way again.  She gritted her teeth and took in a long deep breath.