Octavius wasn't sure what to do. Ceres had gambled and won. That meant she wasn't bad luck. He swore violently to himself. This world was strange, and fate was fickle. But if this woman could survive sailing head-on into a waterspout, he supposed he didn't have much choice. Feeling sorely betrayed by the gods he'd placed his faith in, the pirate lord headed astern to confront his erstwhile rival. It seemed there wasn't much point in trying to thwart her further, so he supposed he might as well see if she was hell-bent on being a captain. He was far too proud to ask for anything. But he'd extend the invitation, and maintain his stitiousness at the same time. She wouldn't be allowed to bring any female friends along, but he supposed he could tolerate any pirate friends she might have that weren't of the unluckier gender. He managed to reach the helm without too much trouble, and Captain Cuttlam sighed as he approached the woman there. After a moment to get himself together, he spoke, just loud enough to be heard, and with more than enough reticence to show that he had no real desire to say all this, but no choice but to do so. "I was wrong. You're not bad luck." he offered to start. "You still attract sharks. But I could probably tolerate that if you ever wanted a spot on my crew." he added, almost managing a smile. "And I won't sink you if you won't sail next to me. Unless you try to sink me first, but that's a different story..." he offered his hand to shake, figuring that despite all the wind and rain and such, the captain could spare enough time to shake his hand. In a worst case scenario, he was probably more adept at holding on than she was. She would be safer holding onto him, if anything...