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"Well then rum it is." Benito grinned, "And very well señorita, they do they the anticipation is half the pleasure, no?"

He smirked as he watched her command her staff with such authority. Without doubt she was entirely her father's daughter. Benito himself had never met Blackbeard of course...he was not much older than Amelia himself. No doubt they both suffered the same assumptions about their young ages as impacting on their reputation as pirates...

He looked up as captain Dawson was greeted by the young woman. So, those two knew each other? Suddenly the situation seemed a little less rosy...these were pirates after all. If the time came to curry favour over against the others on the voyage, pre-existing friendships didn't exactly work in his favour. Still, he tipped his hat courteously at the new arrival.

But his mood improved once again as Amerlia addressed him and favoured him with a wink. He held his arms out in admission.

"I confess Amelia," he said, making bold to address her by her first name, "that I am becoming more inclined to savour the moment than to rush. After all, I am sure that whatever this map is leading to will not object to waiting a little longer whilst we...acquaint ourselves."