Thanks you misses.
The butler bows in respect.
I shall take my leave then.
The butler disappears in the darkness. a crash is heard in the bushes, then a following of the sound of a mound of coins hitting the ground is heard.
There most certainly would be no silence, this island has a population of at least 3,000 people, most sailors, others pirates, who certainly could tell when someone's been shot with a flintlock