Kaizer couldn't deny the fact that he did like it whenever he wound up turning around and getting a face full of his Co-Captain's chest, for it was always quite nice. It was the closest he ever got to any real action, as he was not going to do anything Jerrek wanted him to do. He just wasn't like him, peeking around her to look at the boy, who didn't look all that happy with the situation. That was fine, though...Jerrek was a loyal boy, even if he couldn't get over the fact that he liked the Captain and it didn't help with him wearing such a strange and yet somehow appealing outfit. The hairless legs revealed up to nearly his crotch likely had something to do with it, yet Kaizer kept his mind off what the other may be thinking, only looking back up to his Co-Captain, both praising and cursing his distinct lack of height.
"Perfectly fine, my dear, perfectly fine. No need to apologize. No harm, no foul, as I see it. As to the Marines being well-mannered...they'll either come to realize I'm an uncouth little bastard or they'll all keep dyin' when they don't figure out that my finger in my nose is part of my plan. When my boogers pack about as much power as a cannonball, I'll pick it all day long if I need to. And it's good that you can read maps. We'd be royally screwed if I was the map reader. We'd prolly sail in circles or something. If we do run into more Marine ships, we'll be fine, I think...I'm getting tired of all the bibble-babble all of those captains keep spouting. I'll jus' blow 'em up to start and then give the crew a chance to either abandon ship or die."
He nods sagely, for it did get tiring to be lectured and berated by the opposing captain, even for someone as normally easy-going as Kaizer. It grated on one's nerves to have someone significantly older than you telling you they're better than you only to die seconds later. He reaches up to rake his hands through his hair, feeling sweat roll down his forehead as he turns to face in the same direction as Damien. The sound of boxes and other things cracking to the deck made him wince, yet Mr. Christian was infinitely faster than having the others bring box by box over on ropes. It was messy but effective. He slips up beside the taller woman, his arm slipping around her waist. Had he been taller, they could have stood shoulder to shoulder, yet he was not that tall, so he did the next best thing. He pulls himself close with that arm, pressing his head to her shoulder instead of moving closer to her cheek as another would, his free hand extending and waving over the vast ocean.
"This is how I want things to go one day...we'll be famous...or infamous..whichever word it is, I don't care. People will know us...people will fear us. That's what I aim for, Damien. I want us to be known all the world over. I want to be the richest, most dangerous, most bastardly of all pirates, if not in true attitude, at least in the words of men. That's part of my dream, you know? And it's nice to have someone to share that with that ain't dumb as a sack of bricks like most of my crew. I think you're the smartest person on this ship if you put me, Mr. Christian, and 'Tiny' Tim together. That's good, too...means you can do stuff we can't."