Sage found himself rolling his eyes as she continued to argue about the key, shaking his head impatiently. "That's not how you steal a necklace," he snorted. "We need them to be in good condition if we're to sell them...breaking it would be rather stupid of them," he pointed out. Then again, his men had done just that quite a few times he could think of - he supposed some of them weren't the brightest people on the face of the earth. "Sometimes," he noted. "Thankfully, most of the biggest ones are also the dumbest," he noted with a slightly amused twitch of his lips. That was good for him too, of course, given his own short stature. Heck, even the two girls were taller than him at the moment, though they may be wearing heels. Even so, all three of them were close to the same height and weight, it seemed like, despite his broader shoulders.

Though, his eyebrows shot upwards when she mentioned taking a royal captive. That....was not what he had expected. His surprise was evident as he blinked slowly, shaking his head after a moment. "You're asking me to kidnap you," he restated, not entirely sure what she was trying to do. But she'd practically begged him to take her along. Her comment about the old superstition pulled a scowl onto his face though, waving it off. "That's stupid," he noted. "I'm not sure where that even came from since we call our ships 'she'," he added with a slight wrinkle of his nose. It really had never made sense to him. They prided their ships, calling them 'she', but then claimed a woman couldn't be on board because it was bad luck. Well, then wouldn't the ship being a she also be bad luck? It went back to men being stupid, he supposed.

His sensitive hearing did pick up on her muttering about the scents, and he gave her a grin. "It'll get smellier on board the ship," he noted in amusement. He sighed as she kept talking, though, trying to figure this all out. "Look, if I bring you along, there's no garuntee you'll survive," he noted. "We're constantly attacked, and the weather is always unpredictable on a ship." He shook his head. "Besides, I ransom you off, then people who are actually important know my face. My ship. We get caught, we get hung. I'd rather not deal with that," he added. Though, at her suggestion, he shook his head. "People will want their dead," he noted. "They'll have to identify everyone anyway." He wighed his options though, watching her for a second. "You have ten minutes to pack what you want," he noted after a moment of thought. "And to get on the ship. Otherwise, you stay here and clean up the mess yourself." She could come with - and if she disbehaved or something he could just drop her off at the next island they came to. But he would prefer to keep her close, so she didn't cause any trouble here. The more he could avoid the law, the better.

Sage had grunted in agreement to her comment about being inexperienced, grumbling a "in a lot of things, apparently," under his breath. She was being...nice enough, though, so he figured he probably shouldn't instigate her into getting mad. He didn't think she'd do him any harm if she did try to attack him, of course, but he knew better than to ever fully underestimate anyone. That was what got people killed. "Don't believe everything you hear," he noted. "You'll hear plenty of shit stories on that ship if you're insisting on coming with," he added with a shrug, wincing slightly. "The older guys like to tell stories. And they don't ever stop." He acted vaguely annoyed, but in all reality he did enjoy spending time with most of the men he had command over. Most of them.

He groaned softly at her questions though, wishing he'd left sooner. Though, part of him was intrigued by this girl. She wasn't afraid ....wasn't worried about getting dirty or smelly or anything like that. She wanted to leave her home, stay on a pirate ship of all things, and...well, he wasn't sure what happened after that, really. "Because you're not worth the trouble of dragging along with the other things," he noted with a shake of his head. "We came here for essential supplies, and bringing you would mean taking more supplies and this spending more time directly in harms way," he explained. "It's not logical." Neither was bringing her along now but ....whatever. It was too late to go back now.

At her gentleman comment he just grumbled a quick,"just hurry up," wandering after her into the house. He could have waited at the ship, but he didn't feel like it. "I think they'd be more surprised if anything came out of me being with a couple of ladies," he admitted. "My last relationship ended with my first mate and fiancee mutinying and leaving me on some island to starve." He shrugged after that, clearly putting on a front of not caring. "Course, I got off. Got my ship back. Kept the loyal ones, got rid of the rest." Either way, he'd kept away from relationships since then. It had been best to just focus on his job. Amy had done a lot of harm to not only him but the ship and crew, too. And he had realized that until it was too late.

Sage found himself admiring the woman's notice of some things being told wrong, and the way she seemed to appreciate the stories from the older populations. It was a good trait - and honestly it was how he'd learned most of what he'd learned. He could only teach himself so much...he'd needed their help. Staying quiet and listening was always a good idea. She was smart. And he absolutely hated that he couldn't hate her. In fact, he was intrigued by her, much more so than he would have liked. It would make it difficult to dump her somewhere, or kill her, if the need arose. He doubted it would - but sometimes people were good liars. He knew from experience, he supposed. "Yeah, until you need to get important work done and can't get away from a guy like a hundred years old telling you a story about his friend's brother's counsin's girlfriend who got her hair dyed pink," he grumbled, though there was a fond note to it.

Her comment about him being young for a Captain pulled a dry chuckle from him though, taking a moment to glance around the house before responding. "I suppose," he noted. "At the very least they know better than to try another mutiny by now," he mused. "None of them can beat me in a swordfight, so they know better than to try and challenge." That was just simply how it worked. Besides, they had something going for them. They each had their place, and they worked well there. At Isabella's comment though, he just gave her a look back. "I'd have come in whether she wanted me to or not, calm your jets," he added with a slight wrinkle of his nose. It was safe to say he didn't like her very much...though, the feeling was obviously mutual.

At her next comments though, he let out a breath. "Crew members who'd need to be taught, and who would need a different room to sleep in than the rest, and who clearly have needs we're not entirelly equipped to handle yet," he pointed out, eyebrows arching upwards as he nodded towards the vials she was gathering. He could smell it, and he was familiar enough to recognize the scent of blood, though he chose not to question it, turning back towards the door as she adjusted her clothing and mentioned his engagement. "For a few weeks. Then she tried to kill me," he restated. "Besides, it's common for allied Captains to wed if they're planning on starting a fleet or something. It signifies that bond, mostly...not what you're used to out here," he explained. He had loved her - but he hadn't been in love with her. Even so, her betrayal had left it's mark on him.

Sage just rolled his eyes in response to Adelaide's comments about not making things any more diffucult than they needed to be. "Let's hope so, for both our sakes," he grumbled, though there wasn't any negative tone to his voice. It was more of an attempt at keeping the whole captain persona going. Whatever....it didn't really matter, he supposed. "You'll likely spend a lot of time with my first mate too," he noted with a shrug. He didn't have a whole lot of free time - there was always work to be done, paperwork like inventory records and stuff, that sort of thing. Jayce would be able to help them out and keep an eye on things when he himself couldn't.

At the woman's comment about freedom, though, he paused for a moment before sighing. "Maybe. As much as I can while managing a whole crew," he mused. Sure, he didn't follow anyone's orders, but that meant everything fell on him. Every decision affected his crew, as well as other people. Every death was on him. It was just a lot to think about. A lot that kept him in line. every decision had a consequence. That all mattered. "You'll get plenty of orders," he informed her with a sort of chuckle. "There'll be two of us yelling stuff around," he added pointedly. "Though based off what I've seen so far it seems like your problem isn't that you're used to following orders, its that you wouldn't do what you were told," he thought out loud, a little bit of amusement finding its way into his voice.

At the second woman's arrival, his eyebrows rose slightly when he noticed the fully packed bags. Of course, Adelaide was quick to toss them to the side, but he sighed after a moment. "Bring what you want, you'll get your own cabin anyway," he admitted with a sigh. "But you'll have to carry it across town," he added quickly. He didn't care what she wanted to bring....but she'd carry it. "And there's no electricity or anything," he added. He wasn't sure if she had a curling iron for her hair or anything of that nature she'd packed, but anything that needed elcetricity would be useless on a boat, and they didn't dock often. It was mostly just in Tortuga, and they rarely stopped there.

Sage felt his lips twitch upwards slightly in response to her own little jab, part of him recognizing her potential. Sure, she had no experience with probably most things that he and his crew were so used to, but she was stubborn. And he suspected she would fit right in. He had his doubts about the other girl...Isabella, was it? She seemed like she wouldn't find her place in the crew as easily. he'd have to keep an eye on them both, but Adelaide seemed more confident in herself and her own abilities. That was important when it came to fighting and such. "Right," he noted after a moment. "Because you've followed orders so faithfully already," he added, teasing her a little bit. "It wasn't like you were holding a knife towards me a few minutes ago or anything."

He watched the women discuss the bags with a somewhat confused expression on his face. He supposed this kind of wealth was still mostly foreign to him - pirates plundered and such, yes, and some crews had more gold and jewels than they knew how to manage. But most of them weren't wealthy. They didn't have multiple outfits, didn't have many accessories - especially not fancy ones. So yeah, bringing along multiple bags that just had clothes in them was kind of odd, at least in his opinion.

He grunted when Adelaide said they were ready though, already moving out the door. "You'll have to share a cabin," he noted, adding on a "Though I doubt that will be an issue," after a moment or so. They already seemed pretty close, and he suspected they lived with each other already. "And if any of the men act up or give you any trouble, let me know." he doubted they'd disobey his orders, but they might talk behind their backs or something. They might make some rude comments. But if they were being rude, he needed to know and put a stop to it. The crew needed to trust and respect each other, even if part of the crew was new. And female. That was definitely a first for many of the guys there.

He stayed quiet, thinking, the rest of the way to the ship, moving smoothly across the dock and stepping onto the gently rocking ship without any trouble at all. He paused to wait for the girls there before turning and walking away again, until he reached the cabin they were to stay at, opening the door with his hand. "This is where you'll be staying," he informed them. "You'll probably have to clean. It hasn't been used for years." It was a bit messy...cobwebs and dust, and probably some mice. But they'd need to learn.