Ms. Madison sighed, before drawing a wicked-looking automatic from her purse. She smiled, shaking her head.
"The first man who takes a swing at me gets a hole in the head." The blonde smiled dangerously.
"And that goes for me, too," Lady Sylvia laughed. "Go away, you nasty men."
"Beat it, slugs," Ms. Madison translated in a threatening drawl.
"That, too," Lady Sylvia added.
One man took a swing, Ms. Madison shot him in the head. The other thugs turned and ran in panic.
"And now," Ms. Madison sighed, "we add to the list of mysterious disappearances. Lend me a hand to heave this guy over the side, will you, Sylv?"
As they made to do something, the girls looked into the water. They drew back at the sight of a white wake heading towards the liner.