[She gives him a curtsy, holding the hem of her jacket as one would the edge of a dress, the other hand still firmly keeping the chainsaw in view and in place.]

It is my business to know, Captain. The least I can do is notice when someone so interesting wanders across my path.

The village has its share of pirates - not all the sort you will remember or even know - but they have ships, even if they're more for sharing than I would have expected from their kind.

[Grell straightens and bows, keeping her eyes on Barbossa.]

Shall I escort you to the village?