*They made there way down to the beach, where there was a very large fisherman removing his gear from a small row boat.*
That will have to do men.
*They walked up behind the man with their pistols drawn.*
Excuse me sir but we be needin ta barrow your boat here.
*The man, not understanding english frowned an picked up an oar. Petee and his gunners took a step back, cocked their pistols and leveled them at the man. Understanding that gesture he dropped the oar and held his hands up.*
Ok, now you two tie his hands and feet.
*After the had the man bound, Petee reached into his boot and pulled from it a belaying pin.*
Sorry mate, but I can’t have ya callin out for help now can I.
*He raised the pin and brought it across the temple of the man, knocking him unconscious. Then all three pushed the row boat out, jumped in.*
Ok mates, follow in the direction of the dog.