"I do think you're far too delicate," Silver teases, but he's already putting his crutch up on a nearby table, bracing himself against the back of the chair to ease himself into it. He's extremely aware of the odd looks Benedict has been getting on and off--not bad, but he's with Silver and that has some of Rackham's man curious--Idelle has spotted this already, one of the very few women in the room, and is already sliding some ale their way. The bartender looks overworked and more than just a little scared, the tavern serving girl as well, even though there's no overt violence or any leering. It's part and parcel for having a crew of "former" pirates who also have a tendency to be very loud and very uncaring towards anyone but themselves.

"That," Silver says once Idelle drops off their pints, "is Idelle, Mr. Featherstone's wife. Featherstone is the Governer of Nassau." His lips quirk. "Technically."