Children are not fit to be on ships, so I don't recruit them.

[They make for good errand runners on land, but on ship, they're too small, too easy to slip into cracks and disappear forever. They're not strong enough to man sails, either. They're useless mouths to feed.]

I don't abide slavery, either. I don't chase slavers for prizes, and I don't sell people.

[Again, he's reminded of Max, the closest thing to a slave he's had, and he'd been set on letting her walk as soon as he could. It was his crew - his then crew - that had been responsible for the rest, but he still bore it as another scar. Just like all the scars from his own slavery, especially the cross under his collarbone.]

As I said, if you can handle the men, as you said you could, then you shouldn't have a problem. I don't take women, and most of my crew is happy to pay for them. If they're unsavoury on land, I can't do much about it. We rarely sail with women, but when we do, it's women who can keep men at bay and earn their keep.

[Which is he certain she can do.]

We go for big game. We're earning our name, right now. Sizeable prizes are what matters.