Kisara blew out a breath. Well, crap. She cut the bonds holding Kersinta to the man. "I see. Well." She stood and stretched, hands in the small of her back. "I suppose I'll have to see what I can do."<br/><br/>She looked down at the woman, her eyes sharp and assessing. "How many of your people are there? And who took them?" One eyebrow quirked up. "It would be helpful in stopping whatever may be happening if I know what I might be looking at, and how many there are."<br/><br/>It was possible the woman didn't know, but she should be able to at least give a description of the people who had taken her hostage. Unless, of course, she was actually bait.<br/><br/>Reaching out one hand, Kisara grabbed the bosun's arm as he darted past. "Hey, friend. I need to get to that island over yonder," she pointed towards the silhouette Kersinta had indicated. "There are people being held hostage there." She forced out the words, reluctant but absolutely certain of them, "And it's the right thing to do, save them, if I can."