Isabela couldn't keep her voice level. "Who is Anne? What can I do to get a ship?" She'd do damn near anything. And there was likely no reason to hide it from this Captain Jack; he'd likely know. Especially if he was an Old God.
"I don't know how to do anything else." She explained in a slightly calmer tone, after a few more pulls of her whisky. If he was unusual, maybe he'd understand her predicament. "I'm not from here. I'm from a time when ships were the only way of getting 'round. I was a raider. I'd ship anything but flesh." She'd put her foot down on Castillon when he'd wanted her to run slaves, by the Maker! "I don't know how to do anything on land except ... drink and whore?" And while he was very handsome, she didn't feel like fucking her way to a command.