[a soft laugh that you'll be unable to hear. Though it's slightly pained in any case. Spare him from children. Please. He cannot deal with this]

Don't fool yourself. There's plenty of room to run. A wide open sea. A promise of a wish being granted. Shards for barter or trade. Friendships are formed on the sea, aye, but emnity as well and I wouldn't put it past someone to turn their crew over to the Navy for a step up in the world or a promise of peace. I also wouldn't put it past the Navy to accept such an offer.

Watch out for honeyed smiles, sweetheart, and knives in the dark.