He's spent more than his fair share of time on ships of all sizes, from dinghies in the Caribbean to pirate-commandeered cruise liners off the coast of Yemen, so her mental image - discounting the shirtless part - isn't altogether inaccurate. People, Nate believes, love an adventure story, and he milks her renewed interest for all it is worth. Hard not to be enthused by a tale of historical conspiracy and lost treasures.

"That's what I was thinking!"

He interjects eagerly, distractedly reaching for the bottle of cachaça and pouring some into his coffee mug. It mixes with the dregs and he takes another sip, leaning back against the table.

"There are plenty of other pirates who have disappeared, or escaped hanging. The thing is, we- we didn't get to follow the lead, because then we ended up here." Nate's frustration is abundantly apparent, because King's Bay had been within their reach. "But I've spent all this time in Hadriel racking my brain over the reason why they would pool their money like that, if they weren't trying to build some kind of settlement."