[The first thing that comes to his mind when she asks about how he operates is the kind of prizes he takes. He remembers how angry he was at Jack when he was made to pursue a slave trader - how it brought so much to the surface, brimming just under his skin. He almost tells her right then, that he was a child slave himself, that he saved himself and went back later, saving the rest of them, but he swallows it down.]

Ask away. I'm guessing it's about morals, isn't it? Are you worried we're a bunch of animals? We're not. I am not.

[He'd never agreed with everything that happened with Max; there was little he could do with the black mark Eleanor put on him, but he'd always planned on letting her go.

And now...He doesn't care if his men don't agree with his morals; usually, they don't care enough to ask, either. Often, any disagreement gets resolved right away - with his crew backing down, or someone getting injured. Just like back home.]

If you don't owe me anything, you're free to go your own way.

[After all, crew members switched from one crew to the other regularly. Of course, it always could turn sour, but Charles didn't really care about it that much. People got tired, scared; people fell in love.]