The words of the now named female, Ixtil, only amused Morty "Har! By thunder, that strumpet has a bloody inclination. As long as she doesn't come aft me head, I cares not wha' foul words she 'as fer me." And Morty laughed, in a way that a man who was prepared for death, only to be taken somewhere else could be. "As for the rest of you; I reckon I be goin' t' like ye all jus' fine. Now maybe I be bein' a wee quick t' say that, but ye don't live long as a gentleman o' fortune if ye don't develop instincts like this handsomely."

Going back to the table with the food, Morty took a seat and went back to eating fruit. " Well then, when ye scallywags are done natterin', jus' give me a call. I'll be right here, fillin' me stomach wit' as much fruit as I can. 'tis amazin' how months at sea can make ye love such simple grub like this." That last part was said as an after thought, as though he was talking to himself, and not the others.