Aris didn't have the most knowledge about pirates, merely what she had heard under her parents' breath when they thought she was deep in slumber, and not to mention what she had seen about the Flying Rotsman. Yes, she had learned a great deal about piracy and the people who scoured the seas, murdering innocent sailors for gold and jewels without a second thought.<br/><br/>She did, regardless of how little she had heard, know a simple fact about them; they were not at all like her parents had told her before they died. These men were not jolly, eye patch and pegleg-wearing sailors who traveled the seas, singing songs and digging up random islands to find a great deal of treasure. No, hardly that, they were greedy, selfish, murderous, cruel, drunken brutes who had three things they needed if they were to stay aboard a ship without creating a mutiny. Plenty of wealth, rum to drink, and, when they are in reach, wenches to do all but anything to the men who took fancy to them. Pretty, young virgins, such as herself, would not be so for very long aboard any pirate ship, she knew that much already.<br/><br/>What she didn't understand was, how was this man, other than his insatiable attraction to all things sharp and pointy, in anyway different then the men down below. She held the bottle up to her lips as he talked, and paused for a moment before setting it down on the floor beside her.<br/><br/>She glanced over at him, a glimmer of her old, mischievous self appeared in her eyes, as she asked. "Why is a man of your" she thought for a moment for the right word to keep him from attacking her." personage trying to help a stowaway like me? What would you gain from keeping me alive for any longer?" She fiddled with the hilt of her scimitar thoughtfully. She gave him a small nod. "Yes, I do want to live, but being under your crazy captain's rule isn't something I would like any better than being used as ammunition."<br/><br/>A hint of something odd flowed into her heart as she looked at the Crow, covered in his daggers and knives. She felt unusually warm as she talked to him. He certainly was not like the other men, he was a bit more... dignified than the other crew members. He could almost be considered a gentlemen aboard this boat full of murderous folk.