Octavius chuckled. Ceres wouldn't let go of her desire to go to the Grand Line. And apparently she didn't want to be treated differently. "I've got ta find the ones who still remember me somehow... Aye, I'll be sailing the Grand Line." he replied after a moment. "And I'll only treat ya different when you attract sharks every month." he promised with a grin and a wink. "Just keep hold o'that luck o'yours. Come find me if ya make a decision..." the pirate turned and walked away then, his hand falling to his side. She still didn't seem big on the shaking of hands, so he figured she probably wasn't up for his offer just yet. If that was the case, she didn't need him standing over her shoulder, waiting for her to make up her mind. And if that wasn't the case, she needed to get better at shaking his hand when it was offered to her. Captain Cuttlam wondered if it was even worth trying to make deals with women, since they clearly didn't understand the etiquette behind it all. He shook it off, though, assuming he'd still be finding a new, better ship, and taking it out to reconquer the oceans. Best not to bank on anyone actually wanting to join him. He could start off with a gang of cutthroats for hire if he had to, and they'd turn into a crew to ruin the sea at some point. By then, everyone would remember his name, and his flag...