The crew were absolutely mad, rushing around like children in a toymaker's workshop.
Until Cotton interrupted them.
"STOP AND SHUT UP, GODDAMN IT!!"
That stopped things real quick.
And then the captain exploded like a canon packed with too much gunpowder.
"WHERE ARE THOSE TWO?! HOW COULD YOU LET THEM GET AWAY, YOU FOOLS?!"
Veronica watched as the little woman jumped about in her seething fury, and how the burly men in her crew all cowered as she did.
Clearly she mattered a lot to all of them.
Or her body did.
"I want another search party! You, you, you and you, come with me!"
Isabel quickly disappeared back into the forest with her group, leaving behind a rather disquieted set of sailors.
Ron considered letting them stay that way but climbed onto a nearby stump instead, coughing to gain the attention of the scattered crowd.
"You all care about your captain, yes?"
A few nods and sounds of agreement met her.
"Then let's get back to the ship and get it ready to sail again!"
A round, short one of the crew looked perplexed.
"But won't the Captain expect us to be back here? Shouldn't we 'elp her find t' runaways?"
Veronica drew her sword slowly, pointing with it to the beach.
"The ship is the only way off the island. If we secure it the two prisoners won't have a chance of escaping. Besides, when Isabel catches them she'll want to continue with our voyage right away, am I right?"
The little man could see no fault in her logic and so, waving a hand, Ron led them all back to The Blackbird.