[ His eyes narrow at her. More often than not, he's relieved by the frank way she talks to him, although Spanish may not be quite the buffer with this crew that it has been, since many of them bloodied their blades on the Spanish Main.

But they're drawing quite a crowd as it is. ]

If I thought it was your business, I still wouldn't tell you in the middle of the fucking street.

[ Most people in Nassau don't even bother to pretend they're not eavesdropping, particularly around the whorehouse. He's already spared Jack's life for a grievous offense; having Daphne interrogate him in Spanish in full view of just about everyone who already witnessed one act of mercy will swiftly put him in a position to either commit, or forego, a second one. ]

Come up to the fort.

[ He casts a glance at his men, who are watching the two of them with great interest, and then looks at her again, still guarded, almost insolent. ]

They might let you in.

[ Then he strides off down the street toward the hill, with his new crew in step behind him. ]