The boy tuned most of the conversation out, although not intentionally, and instead stared up into the captains face with terror. The man was going to basically decide his fate, and he couldn't read anything from him besides intense, unchanging disapproval. Of course, his predominate facial feature was a beard, but it was an expressive beard. He gulped nervously, rather aware he looked as scared as he felt.<br/><br/>When Sam abruptly addressed him with a new name, he unconsciously jumped. "W-what?" He said, flinching slightly.  "Um, sure." He had never really had a name before- slaves who hadn't been born into it hung onto their names, but when you were born a slave, you didn't generally didn't stay with a parent long enough to get a name. The idea of having one was a foreign concept. He let the name roll around in his brain. Rabbit. A weird name, at that.<br/><br/>The captain snorted, and Rabbit (as his name was now) was suddenly conscious of a hand descending toward him. He instinctively jerked away, but the man's massive hand simply came to rest on the top of his head. "Jumpy like a rabbit," isn't he?" He said, a considering tone in his voice. Rabbit held as still as possible.<br/><br/>His hand retreated as the captain crossed his arms. "He can stay on board. I won't go looking for a fight with the Raven King, but if she comes a calling I certainly won't say no. Clear?" Rabbit blinked in surprise. Could he actually be safe?