"On an island, you can smell the sea around us." He shrugs, taking in the cut of her clothing with a wary sort of resignation. He's met those Assassin folks and it wasn't exactly a very kind encounter, even if he did help save them from the Templars he'd led to their temple hideout.

Edward Kenway's life has been a series of ridiculous meetings of late and he's not sure he really wants to get involved with another... but she's young and lost and he's got a soft place in his heart even with the crust of advenurelust and worry only for himself over most of it.

"No idea what it's name is, but I wager it's at least not a hostile one considering there's no guns or swords pointed at us."