[He's not as rough around the edges as some of the other pirates; knowing Ventus, he never will be. But at the moment it could be considered lack of experience; he's barely been part of the crew for a year, and yet is probably almost startlingly loyal.]

[Not many ships would be so accommodating to someone with... well, no experience at all. He hadn't exactly been Roxene's choice; hiring was left up to her first mate, but he'd been welcomed all the same and fights were rare and few between. He hadn't even been hazed for very long; newbie he may still be, but he just didn't react to those sort of things. He did his job and then some.]

[If he wasn't a short little blond thing, he probably would've been respected.]

A bleeder if there ever was one, ma'am. [His voice is agreeable and mild; you wouldn't have even guessed that he was titling the traitor as shark food. Still, there were worse fates the captain could consider imposing than cutting someone's leg and dropping them off in shark infested waters.]

A little roughed up, captain; but I'm lucky. [An easy going shrug, before he looks up at the sky.] The beach is rather wide for a small island, captain. We might find it a little longer to the west... but first--

We might want to keep our heads down, until the weather passes. [Storms in the tropics could be downright violent, when they had a mind for it. As much as Ventus wanted to check for some kind of village along the coastline, safety first.]

[Or at least, captain's orders first. If she wants to run around in torrential rain, he'd never be able to let her go off by herself.]