Unbeknownst to the good guys, Captain Thomas, the corrupt English officer, was very, very close by

It was a dark, cloudy morning when Tuvia, the Captain, and Oliver awoke the next day.

“I’m going to find the ship searching for you, my friend.” Oliver immediately began packing up his small boat. “Hopefully they have not traveled far, and I will be back soon.”

“Thank you, Oliver!” Tuvia beamed with joy.

“What about the panther?” The Captain eyed Hafthor nervously.

“He won’t bother you.” Oliver hopped into his boat and pushed himself off the beach into the glistening sea. “Who knows, maybe he’ll end up protecting you if you run into any trouble. Now stay here and enjoy the island. Help yourself to whatever you like.”

Oliver soon disappeared in the distance.

“What now?” Tuvia glanced at the panther eyeing them as it lay lazily in the sun.

The Captain sat down, sword on his lap.

“We wait.”

Unbeknownst to the good guys, Captain Thomas, the corrupt English officer, was very, very close by. Captain Cutthroat stood at his side on deck, a telescope propped against his one, good eye.

“Arrr, I don’t see nothin’ yet!”

“Patience, pirate. If there’s one thing I’ve learned hunting your kind for the past 15 years, it’s that the best catches come with a lot of effort.”