Grilled barracuda.

Being tied up makes you think. Mainly you think of ways to get out of it. I ran through several possible postmodern scenarios during my own entrammelation.
 
At one point I had Arthur bursting in with a SWAT team. Very unlikely. Or Simon showing up on one of his trips to BVI and stumbling across Oscar’s island by accident. Pamela Anderson shows up for a photo shoot and unties us somehow when Nigel and his gang are asleep.
 
None of those things happened. In fact it was Audrey, Oscar’s cook from Tortola, who found us. The villains had gone taking the Treasure ™ with them of course. I’m not sure what happened to the girls but Oscar’s credit cards were missing too.
 
So that cleared things up a bit. She’s a nice girl Audrey I should say. Four kids, full figure, always cheerful, very good cook. She used to drive a bus on Tortola before she came to work for Oscar. Apart from being a great cook she’s a mine of information about the Virgin Islands. She was at school with many local politicians. She also keeps a close eye on invasive species and any potential inbreeding. She is happy to discuss these and other matters whilst gutting a barracuda.
 
Good old Audrey. She soon had us back to normal. Oscar quickly got back to his old self. Ranting and raving. He was very pissed off needless to say. 
 
“That little prick with his ‘save the world’ crap! Calling me a rich pervert. Jealousy that’s what it is Dick! They want what I’ve got. But they don’t want to work for it. Bunch of parasites that’s what they are. What do they know about the porn business? I was a pioneer in that business. Look how many people I employed and they accuse me of exploitation! Exploitation! Am I exploiting you Audrey?”
“You giving me a headache." says Audrey, " How do you want the fish cooked?” 
"Grilled please Audrey," I say.
​“We’ll get the bastards Dick. Don’t worry. And we’ll get the treasure back. And I’ll fix that Nigel. I know his type. He’s probably some low-level human rights activist working for an obscure NGO. Wants to turn this island into a refugee camp.”
 
And so on. I have to listen to it. He usually cools down but this time he seems set to explode.
“You need to do something physical Oscar.” I say.
“Don’t look at me.” Says Audrey.
 
Later I find him installing the swivel gun on Millie’s bow. Millie is surprisingly undamaged. For some reason Blackjack and his mates didn’t take an ax to her.