"Beggin yer pardon, m'lady, but half the time people tell me that, it's because there are people just out of sight wantin t'see me run through."

He turned to risk a look over his shoulder and then nearly dropped his sword. The gown she wore wasn't that of a Highland lass, but it was bleedin close enough to what he'd seen English women wearing. Her accent wasn't any he recognized, either, but that could mean any number of things. "Where are is this? How have I come t'be standin here and who's got m'bloody ship?"