He chuckled at her question. "Well, let's see. I was born in London. My family was rather poor, and my father died when I was a wee thing, leaving my mother with three sons. She, uh, turned to the streets as a means of income. She had no education. I was left to take care of my brothers on my own. I hated it. Always taking care of others. I would often steal on the rare times I was able to go out on my own. Watches, silver, jewelry. I'd sell it and bring the money back home."

He adjusted his position to face her better. He loved to tell stories and speak to people. "I got one good grab that allowed my mother to stop working. Within that month, a ship had docked on the port near me. Pirates. Some of the scariest lads you'd ever see. I was immediately enamoured by the life, and left home to join them. That was about a decade ago. I moved from ship to shop, mostly after one sunk, or enough crew members decided to break up the brotherhood. I joined the Blackstar, and I quickly became the Captain's right hand. Three years ago, he died in an attack. I inherited the title." He smiled as his eyes scanned over his ship, his crew. "It has been a hell of an adventure. They say a Captain's average lifespan is three years before being blown to bits by the military or killed by the hands of the enemy. I'm due at anytime. Quite exciting, I'd say," he said with a hearty laugh. He had stated that he hated always taking care of someone, which he did when he was younger. But having Alice here to watch over brought him a warm, familiar feeling. 

His eyes returned to her, and he smiled faintly as titled his head to the side. "And how did the Miss Rohan, fairest lady of the Black Star, make her way to the port that we all cherish so very much?" He took the moment to take a swig of the bottle, wiping his face with his sleeve.