She chuckled, the man had spirit.<br/><br/>She declined the flask with a wave of her fingers, "hate to deprive a man of his last sip.  A man should be allowed his vices after all."<br/><br/>"As to why you are here.  It seems that while we were freeing a portion of my crew one of them overheard a little pidgeon squeaking.  Apparently it claimed that you are a man of import.  The sooner you tell me who you may be valuable to, the sooner we can get you tucked away somewhere you have more than a sip to drink."<br/><br/>It was true the ship needed a surgeon, but she'd prefer to trust a monkey with a scalpel over a man.  Especially a man who happened to be currently in her brig.  Besides the man seemed to have a keen eye and inquisitive mind, not always a good match.<br/><br/>"Tell me, where did you have the good fortune to study medicine?"