Daniel was somewhat stunned by her. She had a kind of spark that was uncommon to most women, and a wild sense for adventure. Avery had, as far as he could tell, been rather truthful in her words. By far she was an odd person to encounter; a truthful pirate?

[b]"Aye."[/b] He admitted, leaning against the wooden cabinet across from her. Though he would have liked to relax, this was still as foreign a place as ever so he continued to be somewhat tense. His arms naturally hung themselves in such a way as to be in an easy position to draw his cutlass. There were many questions he could ask; his selfishness urging him to ask of his fate, his empathy wanting to ask of her injuries... [b]"What th' nine hells are ye?"[/b] fear had won though it didn't so much dance in the expression on his face. As usual, in attempts to mask the inside he often carried a mildly pissed-off grimace. Once he relaxed he would, well, relax and the contortion would fade. Until then, it was a fairly good defense mechanism.