Ceres smirked at her captain's reply. Her old self would have been scared, but as she was now he had no way to hurt her, or even grab her if she didn't allow him. That being said, being splattered into a million tiny droplets would be a pain too. "Heh, learn to take a joke. I decided to be on someone else's crew on my own so I know my position perfectly well. However, if you want to unload that shotgun at me, go ahead. It can't hit me. Heck, if you have any pent up rage swing away if that makes you feel better. Just don't double-cross me. I'll keep my end of the deal if you do too." They had shaken hands on it, after all. Something that was apparently oh so important to the man.

The first hour was uneventful, but then finally at least something happened. The man in the crow's nest called down to the captain, pointing to the ship's left side. "Cap'n, ship ahoy! Small cargo ship! 'Bout a mile!" Several of the crew members looked into the direction, and then turned to their captain. They were all feeling a little excited. This was the first chance to truly start making a name for themselves, in their minds. If they raided the ship and didn't kill all of the crew rumours were sure to quickly spread that the Shotgun Preacher had returned. Though Octavius would have to be the one making such decisions. "Go on or get 'em, captain?"