That answer - that answer is easy. She neither withdraws nor presses forward. But stays exactly in this place. Without breaking to look away from him, let him see it on her face, let him see it for what it isn't without it half disguised for the sake of others who are not ready to hear such things. "Not to you, but for what you stand for. Because you are the Pirate, Captain Flint. Who fights with Charles Vane. Calico Jack. Anne Bonny. You serve no kings, you live by your own rules. Your captains are elected, you sign yourselves to the accord and live beyond the pettiness of nobility and their ilk. You do more than just dream of a better world, you make it, and I have admired it."

It isn't impassioned, but with her hands dug into the wood, she means it, hopes it, must do more than dream it. That lock of muscles, that tenseness that is less to do with running away, but the want to fight something, anything, honestly and directly without scraping to rules she either did not understand or did not care for.

"I can tell you of a time, a world, where those things, the things you have fought for, are realised or have begun to take form. I can promise you, that to my last breath, I will fight for them here too. It has been the only thing I have fought for. Until God deems me fit me to be taken and I will never ask for a single thing in return other than a chance to fight for it as you do."