"Hopefully nothing," Leonard responded, as he sat down on one of the barrels they'd pulled together as makeshift chairs, keeping his grip on the sword even as he rested the flat of it against his leg.

"There's a ship on the horizon - not flying any colours, not responding to hails, and someone in a lifeboat was headed our way, probably getting on board about now," he explained. "And I'll be damned if that ship belongs to any fleet I've ever heard of."