Jacoda looks at her. "Sorta like a shefish person? So you do not deny that you can be in the sea yet at the same time you say you are not of the sea. How can you be a sorta fish. A fish is a fish by no other name but a sorta fish is like saying a fish is not a fish but a person who was made like a fish....I think." He says. Not quite certain on it. His brain seemed a mixture normal logic and real logic. Not a good combonation in his opinion. Logic in it normal state of mind was something that was far too dull and rarely made its point clear enough. His illogical logic on the other hand while somewhat talking in circles made a good deal of sense while confusing those who over thought it. He blinks a bit. Noticing the webbed feet. "Now that is an interesting sight. Not at all usual but then again when dealing with the mighty sea there is a great many mysteries that unfold to which there are no truly correct answers or meanings."<br/><br/>He looks at her. "A pleasure Miss Rhonda I'm sure. My name is Jacoda." He says. She stuck to first names and so would he. "Oh? Food and water sounds delightful. Perhaps if you would not mind I would like a bit of grub. It seems my stomach demands tribute as it apparently has not eaten since I was stabbed and thrown flying into the lady sea." He says. He blinks a bit. Nodding at her logic. "Yes quite so. Should I eat than my stomach will not growl as loud as the sea waters during a terrible storm." He says in agreement. Looking at her rush off to get the shoes. "Whyever do you cover yourself? I have already seen the features that you so wish to hide. There is nothing wrong with being like a she fish. Perhaps by curse or birth? I wonder how you came to be the way you are..." He pauses. "No matter I'm sure such trivial details are long and secrets well worth hiding." He stands up and slipped down to his knees again. "Well that is just an issue now isn't it. I seem to have very little energy." He forces himself to stand.<br/><br/>"My father is the infamous Jack Sparrow." He says. He looked at her as she walked over to the side. Peering out over the edge. He frowns deeply. "Oh dear. Well that is quite troublesome. Such a dreadful turn of events." He says. Looking at her. "You are one with the sea Miss Rhonda. Perhaps you could ask you sea dwelling friends for some assistance in adverting danger." He blinks a bit. Walking to pick up the anchor. "Well then if it is heading this way then we must head the opposite way. While there are times to fight I highly suggest we make this a time for flight. How fast can this vessel sail?" he asks. He watched the ship heading towards them. "Well that is just cumbersome now isn't it." He frowns and pulls out his pistol. Looking at her. "No. I have told you everything that you have asked. There is a great many things you did not ask that I have not felt the need to disclose." He says honestly.<br/><br/>"Well love if you don't want your ship destroyed I would suggest asking your sea dwelling friends for some assistance in escaping. Otherwise there is a high chance you will end up with holes riddling your lovely sea vessel...er...home thing." He says. Looking at her and nodded his head. "Why yes the biggest thing that is most probably and certainly the reason they are heading this way is because I am a pirate. Not an evil one just a pirate and therefor by default the navy considers me evil and deserving a noose around my neck." He rubs his neck. "That would extremely hurt because I would much rather die on sea then dangling from a piece of wood or pedastool of stone." He looks at her.<br/><br/>Taking control of the ship and begins to sail it away. "The wind be in a our favor. Let us hope their canons will slow them down greatly. Otherwise love they are quite certainly going to open fire." He looks at her. "Or you can tell me to jump overboard. Which I will quite reluctantly do as you were kind enough to assist me knowing absolutely nothing about me." He says. He was talking all over the place but he tended to do that naturally. He watched as their canons sent a canon ball flying their way. "Well their aim is rather sucky perhaps we can escape and use that in our favor." He fishes around in his shirt. "Oh right!" He puts the strange instrument in his mouth. Playing it while steering the ship with his elbows. Playing the instrument in rapid and almost crazy sounding notes. The sea behind them began to bubble and boil (almost but mostly figuratively). A large tentacle shot up out of the water. Playing the song through he blinked as the next canon ball rocked the ship harmlessly. "Well that is just not very nice. Hold on love we're about to experience major oceanic warfare."<br/><br/>There was screams from the other ship. The hard rocking of the boat made the instrument fly from his hand and sink below the waves. "Well thats not good." he says. Sailing the ship expertly away from the navy ship. The sound of wood splintering and men jumping overboard could be heard. "Well no matter I'm sure the Krakken will deal with the navy. For now we just sail and sail away. Me thinks we should keep sailing for a while though. Those navy dogs tend to flock together. Such irritating people be those navy sailors." He looks at her. "You alright over there love? Besides which your ship is entirely in tact." He stops sailing for a moment. Letting the sea just guide the ship. Stopping and looks at her. "I'm quite certain by now you will want nothing more to do with me now. Women only like pirates when they come onto land. As well as perhaps an adventure on the sea will not be something for which you would like to partake in. Though if it would not be too much trouble I would like a bite to eat."