“Much appreciated Captain.” She simply stated with a grateful smile, placing her free hand upon his shoulder in thanks. Seems this gentleman wouldn’t be a ball of hot lava when making a polite request seeing it only as a critique on his person and not a suggestion that one should be mindful of. That’s a breath of fresh air. She’ll make it a point to remember that the Captain is one she can talk, hopefully.<br/><br/>What’re the stories she’d heard about past the Licorice Sea? What stories<i>hadn’t </i>she heard? From a utopia of fantastical creatures who would rather eat people than befriend them, to a barren desert of rotted chocolate wastes, to the nightmare-inducing rumor of the resting place of the terrible Candy Corn Craken. She’d heard them all. But she knew at least one truth from her experiences. “Every rumor ever made about that place has at least a small peep of truth. The stories, after all, have to come from somewhere. That much I know. I’m certainly interested in learning which stories holds the most weight.” She returned her hand to her glass, cupping it with both hands and tipping it all the way back as the last bit of cocoa poured down her throat. The dregs were always the most bitter and she smiled as the rush went straight to her head. ”I’m curious, since you’re the one building this crew, what were the stories you’ve heard, beyond the chocolate finger of course, that would make you want to make this journey despite the rumors of its location? What terrible encounters would you be willing to face for just the chance?”