Wheeling Gull Isle The beach is too dry, where is the rum?

She knew him. "Oh? Is that so?" If he was not so arrogant and self-important, he may have asked her how he knew of him exactly. But instead he relished in the fact that she knew his name, and knew him to be a legend. Though he scarcely remembered to ask for the names of his recruits, he always made sure they knew his. His name, the spreading of his name, and indeed, the building of his so-called legend, was important. Meanwhile, they would answer to whatever he called them, or be at the mercy of his teeth.

"Why would this legendary Captain want the likes of ye in he's crew, then?"