Musashi'a eyes narrowed at the man's statement, though rather than anger in those eye they were filled with pity.

"Aren't you ashamed? Look at the greatest men and women traveling the high seas! They all got their dreams and determination to see it though! Now look at you, you're giving up your life to a crew that takes away your individuality leaving nothing, nothing but a husk. That's not a pirate crew! That's just like those damned Marines. That's the difference between us, I've got I dream! I'm going to be the greatest swordsman in the world and even the gates of hell won't stop me!"

Musashi's mind flashed back to her master as she said that, but it's been so long she couldn't recall his face only two swords to signify who he is. She put her swords back into her scabbard with a slight sadness at her failing memory.

"I could end you now, but that goes against my code to kill a fangless man, so I'll leave you to your fate. Just know I'll crush your troupe of theatre rejects, for making a mockery of what a pirate truly is!"

Musashi's mind flashed back to her friend and her specific telling her about the freedom to accomplish the very dream that they held. Though what she saw most of the time was nothing more than hooligans that flaunted their own measly power, but a part of her couldn't let go of that image. Maybe  it was because it currently resonates strongly with her. However, something caught her eye and broke her from her thoughts. Walking away from the man she looked towards the docks.