When the red-haired giant responded, it wasn't quite the answer he was looking for, but it still wasn't a no and that was something. "Hertha, if you dont mind me calling you that, it is completely understandable why you would hesitate. Im coming right out of the back woods, no crew signed on yet, most people haven't heard or seen tail of me since the incident many years ago, yet here I am trying recruit myself a last minute crew with."

Eden stared out at the ocean far into the distance. "But I can promise one thing, I aint giving up. I once made a promise, a promise that I refuse to die until I fulfill. Let me be the stepping stone on your journey. Even if you don't stick with me until the en-" Eden's speech was interrupted by an explosion along the docks, almost immediately followed by another smaller one. He quick ran to the rail of the deck, he saw two men running towards his ship and another very large man next to a lady with a sniper. "I really need to be more aware of my surroundings" He stated as he firmly planted his face into his palm.

Eden turned to Hertha "Well, it seems as though the welcoming committee is here, and it would be rude of us ignore them, wouldn't you agree?" he said as he then jumped down to the dock. He ran forward towards the men approaching his ship, "If you can't fight him hide on my ship. And if you know how to prepare a ship for sail, please do so." He shouted to each of them as there wasn't much time to halt and chat. He was sure anyone else near his ship would have heard him but he didn't care, anybody that needed help was going to get it.

Eden slowed to a stop about eight meters from the man who was clearly a Marine, it wasn't more than a moment before he really witnessed who it was. John Ricden aka Red Lightning, a certain man which held a certain dark corner in Eden heart. It was the man who had taken out his grew, a couple years ago and Eden would have loved for the chance to rip him to pieces on the event horizon of a black hole. Now though, he had a clearer head on his shoulders and knew this was not the time or place for petty revenge. His fists were clenched tight in a process of releasing his anger, but also slowly increasing the level of gravity between them, as he finally spoke to the man before him arcing with red streaks of lightning. "Well what brings you to this neck of the woods, [i]Captain[/i]?"