Charles snorted at the threat, tilting his head as he considered his options. He wasn't scared of the man, not even with the obviously advanced weapon he didn't even try to conceal at his side. Fear was a choice, one that Charles extremely rarely made.

He pressed the blade a little closer - he also wasn't afraid to use it, but he also didn't want to do it if there was no reason for it. Unknowing of where he was, he couldn't be sure of the consequences. "If you didn't do anything, then why am I here, and not on my ship, with my crew?"

Charles almost pressed on, but as the last dregs of sleep were leaving him and his mind grew clearer, it seemed impossible that this man, that Charles had never even seen in his entire life, could have embarked on his ship, and kidnapped him without anyone seeing him, especially not Charles himself. No, it didn't seem to make sense.

Then what? He'd been going through the prize with the bookkeeper and Jack, had snapped a gold bracelet on his wrist...

He looked at his hand. The bracelet was still there. Swallowing hard, he didn't quite pull away from knifing Harper in the side, but his line of questioning changed. "All right, say I believe you. Where are we?"