But meanwhile, in an alternate universe...
JET: I'd love a job!
STEELWOOD and his CREW seem pleased by this development. While your actual motives may be somewhat more vague than your statement would suggest, you have the distinct impression that this was the only course of action which wouldn't result in a hole in your head. Oh my, how... specific.
CSC: Excellent. I'll leave you to it, then. I'll send a doctor to tend to my fallen. And should you have need of me, you can find me down the street to the west, near the bridge. Good evening, Miss Thunderson.
The CAPTAIN and his men march off to the WEST, leaving you, your own CREW, and the UNCONSCIOUS PIRATE to your own devices.
What do you do?