Head to the Cayman Islands.

"That was a decent shag, Adé." Jenny remarked, appreciatively stroking her quartermaster's solid, black chest. "You're a man of many talents."

"Thank you, Cap'n." Adéwalé responded. She could tell he'd be perfectly _satisfied _serving under a female captain. "You make a fine mate yourself."

Their business concluded, for now at any rate, Jenny redressed, first the robe, then the swords and pistols. Behind her, she could hear Adé doing the same.

"Tell the crew we're plotting a course for the Caymans. I've business there that could be quite profitable."

"Aye aye, cap'n." Adéwale responded, promptly leaving Jenny's cabin. Taking a few moments, partly to consult her maps, and partly so the crew didn't get ideas, Jenny joined him on the deck.

Before long, the sails were unfurling, and the Jackdaw was headed Southeast, around Cuba, to Jenny's destination.