He watched her expressions changed as she told her story. He wasn't surprised. The woman did not look like she had worked a day in her life, or never had the sun shine on her skin. "Well, my condolences. How rude, parents give birth to us knowing all to well that we shall have to watch them die someday." He offered her the bottle of rum that was nearing the bottom before continuing to speak.

Her last comment made him pause for a moment. "That is true. There are thousands of men scattered out on this ocean that would jump at the chance to bed you, lock you up, treat you in an uncivil manor. I have been on those ships. But," he cleared his throat before continuing, smiling as he watched the antics of his crew a few yards away from them, "when I became Captain of this ship, I decided to not follow in the ways of my predecessors. While it is kill or be killed out here, I don't believe in harming anyone for the fun of it, especially the fairer sex." He smirked as he stared out into the water. 

His dark eyes met her light ones, and he smiled briefly. "Although, you may not see much of gentleman in me tomorrow. The island tends to get the best of us. The inn we stay at is something of a brothel. The women there will take care of you, dress you, clean you up." He scanned her dress and chuckled. "We [i]must[/i] get you something different to where." He smirked so that she knew not to take offense. "Once your father gets the letter I am sending, we will know what course to take. For now, North, to the island."

He stood up, stretched, and yawned deeply. "I think it's time to retire, madam." He offered a hand once more to assist her in standing. Once they faced her, he took her small hand in his and kissed it quickly in a polite way. "It's been a pleasure." He quickly swiveled around and left the deck, but not before sarcastically bowing in a manor more lighthearted than before.