It'll do you good to listen to them. [He pauses.] I suppose it does help, though, that so far we ain't got very lofty goals. I don't think we have the capacity to dream up anything loftier than making it through the winter with our lives and sanity intact, right now.

[Just for the moment, anyway. He figures it'll change in time, as they all settle in more and start thinking more long-term.

That startles a surprised laugh out of Edward, the accent—it's not quite the Bristol accent that Edward once heard out of Thatch, but it's not not that either. He shakes his head a little, ruefully.]

Somewhat? [His experience of piracy is...a little bit different from Kate's view of it.] Aye, I saw people who wore eye patches. I myself used to carry around a couple of officer's rapiers when I was younger. But we didn't bury treasure often—we'd sell it instead and spend the profits however we pleased. [And usually those profits would be gone in a flash. Pirates didn't tend to be very thrifty people.] And that was if we found any treasure, we usually just took goods from whatever ship happened to be unlucky enough to cross our path.

[At swordpoint, often, but he doesn't dwell on that point more than he has to. Kate doesn't need to know all the details.

A beat.]

Never heard someone say something like that, though—avast maties, and all that. I'm sorry to disappoint.