The sailors aboard The Revenge made their way back to the tiny island, not knowing what they'd find. Dropping anchor at a distance and deciding Jim and Ivan would scope it out, the two of them rowed the dinghy to the shore.
Though there wasn't much time for conversation, they did discuss their mutual concern over Izzy's growing dickish behavior. Something would have to be done, but what?
Stepping foot on the island, Jim was immediately relieved at not finding Olu or the others languishing, or worse. They saw that people, who obviously knew what they were doing, had prepared meals, kept the area clear of waste and scraps, and lashed together bits of driftwood as well. Who were those people, and did they have their former shipmates with them?
Jim's concern was evident. Ivan, putting a hand on their shoulder, said "let's go, mate. The boss'll know what to do."
"The boss?" Jim's response was accusatory. "Who is that, exactly, Ivan?" "Blackbeard? Edward? Izzy? We — me, you, Fang — we have to do something to, I don't know, get a clear chain of command. We need to know, Ivan. Is our captain...is he stable? Thinking clearly? At least clearly enough to...to...Ivan, who is he even? Blackbeard or Edward? How long before he figures that out?"
"Jim, we'll sort it out. Let's go." Ivan didn't get much resistance from Jim as he led them back to the dinghy.
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