Lamont kept his hands down, but gave a disarming smile at the business end of the gun which menaced him.

"Move it!" He demands and Lamont gives Betty a motion to walk ahead of him. With their chance for immediate escape lost, they wouldn't have a chance to lower the small dinghy to the chilly waters and get far enough away to be relatively clear of threats. The frazzled thugs were working their way back to their posts, two carrying a wounded comrade from the fruitless fight down below decks. Another joined up with the boss, giving a hushed report before doubling up the weapons pointed at Lamont and Betty.

"I don't care! Find him and kill him! Or at least force him off the ship! As long as he'd aboard, we'll be chasing our own tails." The boss grumped at the news, ordering Betty up ahead to take the short stairway to the Captain's quarters.