She was trying to figure this out because she clearly didn’t take the ‘Heaven’ bit literally and thought he was just being a little poetic with his manner of speech, which she was used to from Jack, but didn’t really expect it from other blokes. “So… your family. They dead? ’S that why it ties you to heaven and all that?” Anne was certain there was no heaven. She’d never seen a bright light down any tunnel, it just went black. Everything just stopped from the moment she’d lost consciousness to when she woke up with little memory of how she’d gotten there, if any. God was for the colonies, to keep ‘em in line. It was for England. But God wasn’t for pirates because if they’d be answering to anyone at the end of their lives, they’d all known well it wouldn’t be God. A much different master, instead.
Then it hit her and she remembered to ask, pointing at him. “You said ‘steam train’? What the fuck’s a steam train?” Then she took another swig, feeling the alcohol working on the knots in her shoulders a little. When a person drank rum for water, it took a little extra to reach that buzz than normal.