Ronnie tried to keep a straight face, though it wasn't easy. He was leaving the relative safety of the giant ship with a crew of escaped mental patients, it seemed. This should be fun.
"If everyone could take their seats," he rubbed his forehead, ignoring the comment about the female anatomy. Once everybody settled he lowered the motor engine into the water and bit his lip, yanking the chain and then sighing happily as the motor roared to life.
"Alright, here we go," he said, settling at the helm and then making sure everybody was ready before steering the boat out and away from the main ship, getting to a safe distance before heading for the yacht as fast as mechanically possible. Another flare meant there was somebody out there, all they could hope was that they weren't too late.