Lucius watches her go, sulking off to the bar, and feels terrible about it. He could wait for her to come back but, for some reason, he decides to take his melon liquer and follow. While she's fetching a juice, he props himself against the customer side and tries to give her an apologetic smile.

"Listen, I'm sorry," he starts and it is sincere even if he doesn't sound entirely...unsarcastic. "I didn't mean to ruin the...mystique...but Captain Bonnet is not a normal situation. It's worth it to...know what you're getting in to when you join a really bizarre crew.

"If you are in it for the swordplay, God knows we could use you," he adds and leans on the bar, propping his chin on his fist and his elbow on a tap. "But it's...riskier than just being a normal pirate--fuck am I saying? Wait no, that's accurate.

"In two months he's been run through by two separate blokes and boarded by two different navies. He burned a French aristocrat's barge down after inciting a riot, played at being a ghost ship to mess with Swedish merchants, and pretended to be a lighthouse to escape the Spanish and that somehow worked??? He also ran us aground, lost two hostages, was captured by islanders, and killed an English naval officer in like...the span of a day."

Is he still talking or just thinking?

"What I'm saying is: it is a lot. Even for me. I was a pirate before I met him, yeah? And then there's the whole Blackbeard thing--and now we're in...not Hell--it's so much."