Archibald mulled over the thought for a moment as he looked at the crew. None of them really knew how to fight, and Molly was right when she told him that he had picked the ragtaggiest crew out there. Some of them knew how to fight, but not well, as the most fighting they would ever do was the occasional bored spar because there was nothing else to do at the time. He wasn't really sure of what Molly was capable of, so he didn't think about her when he thought of the crew. "I know a few things about fighting." He told her, knowing that even with his lack of skills in fighting, he was the best out of the crew. "Nothing with blades or guns, just bare hands. My dad is the doctor back on the isle, so I learned some things from him when it came to weaker parts of the body, better places to hit."