Captain
Briggs ponders for a moment, struggling to understand this new
information. “Tell me, strange cabin girl,” he says at last,
“What can we do about our situation.”
“Well
first,” Phoebe replies, “We need to clear your addled minds.”
“And
how, pray tell, do we do that with no wind?”
“Obvious,
isn't it?” Phoebe winks. “We have to get you off this ship.”
“A
captain does not leave his ship,” Briggs declares, “Not when it's
under sail.”
“Don't
worry,” the girl smiles, “You'll still be in charge, just at a
safer distance. You and your men will have to take the lifeboat
until your heads are free from the effects of those toxic fumes.”
“How
long will that be?”
“Oh
I would say no longer than a day, maybe two.”
