Benedict sips his tea and watches the man across from him. Silver has very intelligent eyes, he decides, and something maybe quite kind lurking behind them. It puts him at a bit of ease. Pirates have such a terrible reputation and Benedict (and his family) had been concerned he’d been matched up with a brute.

“I can’t begin to imagination the talk at the docks.”

He can’t. He’s never been. He’s never really been into the city proper, let alone the docks.

“Can you tell me about Nassau? What it’s like, the good and the bad.”

Benedict is hoping to parse together what sort of man is sitting with him.