I winked back at Silkie. "By the time he decides he needs a rest, he may be too tired to talk...or walk!"
Some of the crew were still looking at me a bit strange, so I felt the need to explain Jacky's plan to them. "The natives of this island seem to want only male prisoners. They use some kind of drug-soaked dart to disable their prey. That's what happened to Roberts. If you all don some form of women's clothing, it may stall an attack on the ship. Jacky's little demonstration was to set an example that even the most masculine of men can pose as a lady. It's either that, or risk getting darted and hung in a cage."
The men shuffled their feet, and mumbled under their breath, then Jimmy Cox stepped forward. "Beggin' yer pardon, Ma'am, but there's some of us that aint had no womanly comfort in a long while - if ya take my meaning. Maybe spendin' a bit o' time with these natives wouldn't be so bad."
I stepped closer to the young man, whose face was now beet red with embarrassment. "If you, or any of the crew take one foot off this deck, or if you jump ship to go visit that island, I'll leave you on it. Understand?"
Jimmy nodded and stepped back. Tunny and Ludo knuckled their foreheads. At that moment a half-shaved, screaming Goose came charging up onto the deck, with Africa, razor in hand, chasing after him.