When she finished her story she realized her life was actually in need for a change. But to say being kidnapped was the change she needed, was a bit too drastically. When she shrugged and asked him about his story, he seemed to have actually listened. The words he spoke indicated he felt somewhat sorry for her, and understood what she was saying. It gave her a somewhat odd feeling inside of her stomach. Although his summary about her life was slightly harsh, he was right. She always had everything handed to her on a silver platter, but never did she feel good about that. How the hell did she earn to live such a luxurious life? Just by being born? It just seemed too absurd to Allison. 

The way Vincent told about himself, made Allison think. This choice of words weren’t flat and ordinary, like any other peasant on the planet. He actually seemed quite the intelligent man. Was it all the books? Or is he keeping up an appearance? Allison wondered.

“Then, where is your mother now?” Allison then said, when he leaned back and closed his eyes. He didn’t seem too thrilled about what his mother did, and how she did it. Very irresponsible, Allison found. “And to be fairly honest, if you’d hated the life she led from the very beginning, why did you choice to step into her footsteps?” 

“Twenty six eh? I suppose at that age you’d be married already. Where is the lucky misses.. Ehm..” Allison then motioned towards him, trying to fish his surname, not sure if pirates even had one.