He throws down the whip, pulls out an evil looking sword and runs at the Maroon with a banshee scream. The little guy raises his sword over his shoulder like he's going to decapitate his new slave and swings. The Maroon laughs once and is gone. It's too late for the Bedouin to stop. He overbalances and swings clear through the empty space, carrying into his leg.
Tough guy let's out a very girlish scream.
We rematerialize by a harbor, sailing boats everywhere. We're still in the mid 1800s, I believe. We must get to it. A silver coin gets the use of a fisherman's dinghy and we row like crazy out to the burning vessel. As we're arriving the ship's crew is leaving, most lowering boats but some just jumping off the sides.