James is guessing he is the only one on board that can read and write. At least Diego hadn't put him up in the masts or scrubbing decks. As he had said James knows very little about sailing. The yelling had distracted James from his own mental not aboard a pirate ship world. His eyes widen when Diego still decides to fire the poor man out of the cannon. For fear of his own life James keeps his silence. He turns away when she spots the top fins of sharks slicing through the waters. "So where is your inventory hold?," he asks, more than a little bit nauesous. The shanghaid pirate has no idea what he's going to do after taking inventory. Maybe he could map out the best places to sell loot?