She only wanted a ship and a crew. That was more than doable. The captain nodded at her request, waiting for something to happen. He couldn't give her anything if she didn't help him out. It seemed that trusting a notorious pirate was the lesser of two evils here, though, since the cell opened, and his chains came off in short order. Octavius, having not quite braced for the act, slumped to the ground in a heap when he was finally released from his prison. But he did not waste time in dragging himself to his feet. He fought on, despite his muscular atrophy, and forced himself to stand properly. Once he was out of the cell, he grinned devilishly. "Wonderful to meet you, Ceres." he said, extending a hand. "You'd be correct in your guess. One hundred exactly. And I think I'd be correct in saying: we have a deal." he was just waiting for her to shake his hand. Once that happened, anything was possible. Nothing was possible until then, though. Or, he supposed she could just wander off, and he could escape separately. That was an intriguing notion. Not one he was inclined to presently, though. This Ceres lady might know some people. At the very least she had been out and about longer than him, so she would know if things had changed.

But now she was running off on him. He shook his head. "Remember what I said, Ceres. Octavius Cuttlam fucks over two kinds of people. You introduced yourself, but you haven't shaken my hand..." he chuckled at that, wasting no time in find the food he was directed to. At this point his left arm exploded. It quite literally detonated, starting at his shoulder, and going all the way down to his fingertips. It sent blood, bone fragments, and bits of flesh in all directions. The explosion was kind enough to stop short of Ceres, and was neatly directed around the pirate lord, but remained impressive. In place of an arm, the Shotgun Preacher was now possessed of the head of a dog. A very large dog, by the looks of it. The head extended on a neck that didn't seem to end, and that sprouted from where his arm should have. The thing wolfed down the sandwich with a single bite, while the human part of Octavius chugged back the tankard full of water. He sighed upon tossed the mug, and he figured now was Ceres' last opportunity for a handshake. If she didn't want it, he couldn't help her. 

That wasn't true. He could, but he wouldn't. He didn't like the way that young pup had spoken to him. Just because he was in chains, didn't mean he was powerless. And somehow she thought he could be bested. He wasn't so sure about that, and he didn't like people threatening him. Nor did he like being ignored. They were not off to a great start, but he figured a handshake was a good opportunity to try again. If nothing else, she seemed a shrewd pirate. The two of them could likely become firm allies if they cared to. Captain Cuttlam wasn't going to bank on anything yet, though. He wanted a ship, and his crew, before he did anything. And even that wasn't quite true. Before he did anything, he needed his stuff back. Escape could wait. He needed his things...