Isabeau snorted softly at his chatter and said without thinking, "More than half their life is gone, lad. A pirate's lucky if he makes it to thirty." Glancing down at him, she added with an arched brow, "And what's that supposed to mean, didn't expect me as their captain?"
It was a rhetorical question, really. She knew she was young, and rather small, not to mention the only woman on board currently. From an outsider's perspective she supposed it would look rather odd that the crew obeyed her.
With a sigh, she moved toward the helm, snapping her fingers at the man who'd been left on duty and walking up to take the wheel as he scurried away below decks. "I don't care what you do, Ewan," she said bluntly. "I just wanted you out of that nonsense below."