“They must’ve wanted a different ship after they realized how badly damaged this one was.” Elletra said, more to herself than anyone else.

“And ours would have been the best one to pick. Pretty clever ploy they played, even for these mafia pirates.” Jerem muttered as he quickly looked over the strangely marked maps that were spread on a wall. The maps were dotted and scribbled on with a variety of colors.

“Captain, some of those men were from New Tortuga.” Hawkeye said as he walked back in the room.

Jerem looked up in surprise, “Mafia pirates never have recruited New Tortuga men.”

Hawkeye grimaced, “Well, some of those men had the turtle tattoo. All on the inside of the left wrist. Only people with those are New Tortuga pirates.”

“Interesting…” Jerem frowned for a moment, “Get some men to take these maps. Steer this ship toward one of the big Folds, Hawkeye, and have it cut loose. Everyone else not doing something, get back to Silver Skies.”