He was glad the officers figured out the situation quickly, and didn't panic. The crew knew SOMETHING was up, none of them were that retarded, but they likely thought it was because of the dragon back at the island.<br/><br/>Martel frowned at the island, before shrugging. "That is good enough, I suppose. I will hang out there until this is over, shouldn't be longer than a week at absolute most. Just settle off the island a ways, I should have the situation under control before it can get out to you. If I am not back in a week, the situation killed me, so get to the Tailwind, and figure out what to do then. I will, however, be EXTREMELY displeased about being marooned out here, and I know where two dragons are that will be more than happy to find out where my boat went."<br/><br/>He sighed, before climbing into the rowboat with the supplies he would need for the stay on the island, and then headed out to the island alone. Once there, he found a section of the island, inland, with a sandy section by some trees. He got the sand for the big ass pot he was carrying, which he put over a modest fire, keeping it warm but not too warm. He stayed by the pot, and began reading a book he had found in one of the markets a while back, about the various magical creatures of the oceans. If nothing else, it helped to pass time.