Davy shook his head in confusiong and being overwhelmed with the rambling of the two ladies. This was going to be a very, very long trip and his face showed the amount of amusment he was having with these two ladies. Bargaining with the Devil? Going places? He could almost feel the headache coming on.
As he drifted his hand to rub his head a bit he mumbled, "Just don't touch anything... or anyone." In reply to Willow's want fo advice. "And avoid eye contact. Abandoned souls are ...." He stopped when the next wave of conversation began. It almost didn't matter what he said. "I'm going to go get a sword." He said, turning to leave. "And a bottle of rum." He mumbled as he swaggered away-- you can take the tentacled sea-god pirate out of the man, but you can't take the man out of the tentacled sea-god pirate.
Within minutes he returned with his favored blade and belt, along with a flask neatly tucked in his back pants pocket he had stolen from the lost and found. "Are you lasses quite done now?" He said, butting in on the conversation. Davy was anxious to get out and do something. Anything but listen to these girls rattle on about plans and whatever else it was they were talking about.