"Of course I want to know,"
Shard replied with a frown, feeling very uncomfortable on the swaying ship which was a novel experience to him, having never been at sea in the earlier part of his life.
"I'm different from the others. Although I am also a pirate on the Fishbone Pirate Ship, I'm giving you a chance. Drink this."
Hooves clomped across the floor to the wall, picking up a chipped porcelain bowl next to a pile of meat. A spoon in the right hand scooped up some clear liquid from the pot, filling the bowl halfway. White steam drifted above the bowl as Hooves stretched it out towards Shard with a sly expression on the human face:
"Drink this, one bowl, one question answered. Whether you want to leave, know the origin of the ship, or discover the treasure aboard, I can tell you."
It shook the porcelain bowl at Shard, the human head on top sporting a malicious grin.