He considers the question for a beat as he opens the bottle of rum and pours two glasses. Edward's first (always), which he gives over before pouring his own.

A vessel never carries more crew than it needs to. There's never the space and feeding extra mouths is bad business. But Bonnet's crew was mainly comprised of layabouts and harlots, so it was running under powered long before they marooned most of them.

"Well," a sip. He'll give Bonnet this, the drink selection is decent.

"We could do with a carpenter and another gunner or two but assuming the lot we've kept pull any kind of weight we'll be fine for the foreseeable future. Maybe a sailmaker. I'm not sure that lad can sew as well as he says he can."