Metaphorically speaking, Edward Teach has been treading water his entire life. Literally? Different answer... he doesn't respond right away, taking a moment to look over the person speaking to him.

Edward doesn't let first impressions impact him too strongly. People can surprise you; those with the sunniest disposition can hurt you the most, he's recently learned. It's made him much more guarded, from the full-fingered leather gloves on his hands that deny human touch to the smeared black makeup that colors his eyes and stubbled chin- a mask between him and the rest of the world. If he was recognized by anyone on this ship, they would instantly see a difference, and not just because of the lack of beard.

"If I'm out there, it's either because I want to be, or I'm already long dead." he answers finally, "Either way, no one's coming by to rescue me."