Quentin. Sorry - you said pirates and I had to ask more. How rude of me. Here - eat.

[ he snorts at himself and glances up when one of the serving staff (skeletons??) walks away, leaving a tray behind. he grabs it instead and holds it between them - this one is full of little breads and cheeses, which is far better than grapes. ]

Our Navy just protects the borders, makes deals with ports, does what the Regent tells us to. Easy enough. Our waters are clear so we transport goods most of the time. Very exciting.