There is a distinct yelp at the appearance of one Jack Sparrow at the rail, and Nami jumps away from the wheel as if she'd been burned. She's doing the wrong thing, she knows, and her hands go half up in the air in a gesture of surrender before she takes in his appearance. The long hair and the beard are sending up minor red flags in the confused jumble she calls a memory, and she edges a little further from the rail he's clinging to.

"Oh, is this yours? Sorry, sorry. I think I have my ships mixed up, I'm looking for a vessel called the--

--by any chance, are you a pirate?"