Ravensblood Forest what are those?

"The truth, aye...depends who yer talkin' to," a contemplative expression crossed the captain's face as the man questioned the truth of what he had heard. "And which pirates they're talkin' about."

"Some of them ain't so nice. They're raiders by nature, stealin' any land and wolves they can get their paws on." A glance to the other to gage his reaction. Was he scared yet? "There's a saying when ye run with those types; dead men tell no tales. I'm sure ye can figure out what that means."

"Luckily," he went on, "we ain't like that. My crew is my family, an' if it's adventure and freedom yer after, this might be the place for ya." The captain, considering a landlubber? Perhaps he'd gone soft, but he saw potential in the guy. "Ye'v certainly got the enthusiasm for it." Passion could go a long way, even if the man's skills were...lackluster - they could always be improved.

A sharp tooth grin accompanied his final words. "Whaddaya say; shall we test out yer sea legs?"