I know there's a thousand places you'd rather be than a pirates den?"
The dear captain whom she had met within the incursion wearing an apologetic expression as he stepped off the dinghy which they had taken and onto the ramshackle assembly of timbers which made up the 'dock' of their current mooring point, the lass known to some as 'Lorelai' found herself being offered a hand as she followed after him onto planks which weren't quite as wobbly as they might have looked, and then looked around at their less than lavish surroundings.
“Ahahaha, I couldn't leave my pirate hunting buddy out in the cold, could I Scotty~?” The carcasses of more than a few ruined vessels littering the rocky shallows which seemed to extend outward from their current station and looking like they had been picked apart for any and every thing that might be useful, in front seemed to be what looked like a ramshackle slum which had been built atop a small and out of the way slice of sea and sun, which most might have overlooked for absence of any real facility to raise crops and children with them. Though, it's current occupants didn't seem to worry so much about these facts, one assumed.