"Hand me a quill, none drive me to pause. I will honor your articles, earn my gold or die happy aboard your vessel." He indicates eight, "You have women aboard dont ya?" he eyes the person speaking to him and smirks and nods, the dots connected quickly for the older pirate but it did not stop his oath his hand remained outstretched for the pen. He had allowed at least two of women onto his crew, both had been fiercer than anything he recalled seein... They had impressed him once.