"I was perfectly fine. It was cold and icy above water, but below it was alright. But Jack Sparrow decided that I would die in the cold and if I died he would not get his ship. So he kidnapped me again from the water, only this time he put me in his bathtub instead of a glass box like him and the other pirates had back home. I would have died in that box if Philip had not saved me."

Bad memories, although recalling Philip is always a mixture of fondness and yearning.

"You are right, I am not like them. They enjoy the thrill of the hunt. I much rather comb my hair. Of course it is necessary for defense and reproduction, but other than that? I do not particularly care for it. Fish are far easier to catch anyway and it is not like many sailors dare to venture to Whitecap Bay in the first place."

Focusing back on the flask she held it up to her nose to sniff at it. It smelled strong, but it obviously wasn't poisonous. She took a sip, cautiously, before making a face of disgust, holding the flask out as far away from her mouth as her arm could stretch.

"I do not like it."