[Trust him, he's more than used to women having a love of weaponry. Sparrow was a hell of a shot, he's lucky he's as good at dodging.]

My world and yours? What an interesting choice of words.

[Well a lot of stuff is putting itself the hell together now. He doesn't really like the implication, he was kind of busy at home-]

Not this pistol, but guns and pistols and blunderbusses and shotguns and rifles in general, every local dreg with a few coins to spare can pick themselves up a rusty firearm to call their very own.