Johnny watched the door leading into the Vixen, with Two Fingers Owen.

"Man, I'd give my right arm to have at Rum!" And, he left the thought unsaid, if something should happen to the Captain of the Strumpet along the way, he'd hold no regrets, neither.

"Well, I hopes you ain't into barging right in there, mate."

Johnny shook his head. "Ain't that dumb." He wondered which room was Bea's. If he could gain access that way, find out which room was being used by Rum, and make it an inside job -- only person to worry about would be Rum's doxy for the evening. Johnny didn't want to hurt any of the women -- they'd given Bea safe birth, after all; and he didn't cotton to harming the fairer sex unprovoked. (There'd been a few very fierce women pirates out at sea -- you saved your own skin then, is what.)

"Naw. We'll wait for Rum to leave. Let's hope he likes 'em quick."