"YARRRR, matey, that be the place!" Captain confirmed enthusiastically. His voice softened with a new, fond note of nostalgia as he went on to answer Astraea's question. "Why, nothing can compare! Nothin' like schlorpin' through the mud on a hot day, cooling down and givin' the stink-eye--" Captain nearly cracked up at his own pun, here, and had to take a moment to regain his composure-- "HEEHEEHEE, to them UGLY FLAPPY SCURVY DOGS flappin' 'round the sky! AHAHAHA, I'd like ta see them eat THIS mud!"

He continued, recovering from his momentary lapse into self-satisfied glee: "AYE, me heartie, and goin' to the dunes to watch the first light cast them darlin' rays o'er the high seas, or lookin' down into a ravine and gettin' that dizzin' high! LITERALLY high, AHAHAHAHA, MATEY! But I see what ya mean about bein' careful. Never know if one of them flappy scurvy dogs, flashy leggy bastards, or them leviathans goin' ta come 'round and eat ya one day!" Captain shook his head sadly. Many a day had been ruined by the aforementioned scurvy dogs--but that he'd fought enough of them off to survive before finally taking a vacation away from the cave was his own triumph, and a source of pride.

Captain stared at Astraea as he spoke, unsure of how to feel about this. Tame Hydra? There was no way. Hydra was untamable; that was part of its charm! But... if it were, then maybe fewer flashy leggy bastards running around trying to hypnotize and eat him would be a good thing?

"No," he responded blankly when asked about Trials. Every bit of him exuded 'clueless muscled buffalo' energy. "... err, mouldin' useful Gembounds?" Clearly, he didn't know what that meant either. Then an epiphany. "Oh! Safer! YARRRRRR, matey! I be likin' to do anythin' to get rid of them flashy leggy and flappy flappy scurvy dogs! It be the time for my REVENGE, hahahahaha! Tell me, me HEARTIEST of hearties! What do I be needin' to do!"

This, at least, he was good at. Doing something when given clear instructions, that was. As long as Astraea didn't use more complicated terms when giving those instructions.

"AYE-AYE, MATEY!" Captain all but yelled, eyes practically glowing at the thought of storming into Hydra with his crew and taking it back from those scurvy dogs. It was too bad that he didn't have any arms, or he surely would have slapped Astraea (possibly with excessive force, too) heartily on the shoulder.

He would have been off, then, on his way to collecting his very own pirate crew and considering the bellowed agreement a most sensible goodbye (needless to say, the buffalo was rather unpractised with manners and sophistication compared to the deer), but Astraea said something else that caught his attention. Captain paused, putting a lifted hoof back down where it had been. "This time of year?" he echoed, a vaguely confused expression wrinkling his face. Why would those scurvy dogs be more dangerous at a particular time of year?

Oh, well. It didn't really matter--Captain wasn't going to let any of his future sea dog comrades get killed anyway! Or himself! "Well, I'll be darn careful of them sons of biscuit eaters! You take care, me heartie!"

And with that, he really was off. To gather an army impressive crew of seasoned pirates, presumably.