"I should be, shouldn't I pretty boy..."<br/><br/>when she spoke of importance his face never broke, a pirate knew how to lie, and a captain had to be especially good, long ago he was told the best lies were near truths, "I imagine it has something to do with being the Surgeon on a former ship, the captains worth a bit and they thought I could deliver them the goods... I can't though last I heard he was dead like the rest o' my mates."<br/><br/>he shrugs lightly and goes to sit back down, "I just wanna live out the rest of my life on the sea. As for where I learned, I learned like everyone else from another of the profession older and wiser than myself... Damn fine surgeon too my first attempt was after he fell to scurvy and I had to bleed him I remember him lecturin me while I tried to work it right... Nearly killed the old sea dog but he pulled through told me I had a knack been practicin ever since."<br/><br/>He looked to her, "May I ask what you do?" He thought for a moment, "You must have some rank to be speakin to the man in the brig, since guards don't sound half as smart as you, and I doubt I could have slipped this past you could I?" He shook the flask, and finished off the last gulp.