Maria sat on the floor where she had been bascially thrown. The bindings bit into her wrists but she didn't bother asking for them to be looser. At least she wasn't bound to the table again.
She expected him to either leave or hit her, but he did neither. He just sat there, staring at her. Her wet hair was curling madly, thanks to the natural curl in it. She wished for a brush to tame the wildness but didn't hold out hope for that either.

The staring was making her uncomfortable. She shifted a little, looking away from him. What did he expect from her now? Was he just going to stare at her?
Instinct told her that his mother was a taboo subject so she wasn't about to bring that up again. 

"I laid with quite a few men, but never got pregnant," she mused aloud. "Makes me wonder if the timing was off or if I was just barren. If the latter... well that is a useful trait for a high-end prostitute," she said with a wry smile. "I didn't lay with everyone who came to port," she said. "I was choosey, only allowing powerful pirate captains into my bed," she chuckled a bit. "I don't look like it now, but I was once the lover of Calico Jack. He was a fool, but a handsome one. When I refused to go to sea with him he took on that crafty bitch Anne Bonney. She was his downfall, her and Mary Reed. But then women are often the downfall of powerful men, aren't they?" she mused thoughtfully and sighed. "She died in prison you know, Mary Reed. Died in childbirth. No one knows what happened to Anne Bonney, the most famous female pirate in history, but I do... I know what happened to her... and her baby..."
She trailed off and sighed. "I never wanted to be a prostitute," she admitted. "But that was what my mother was. My mother was a prostitute and my father was a pirate... and children rarely move beyond the level of their parents. If Alistair hadn't found me when he had, I probably would have been dead within a year or two."

She hadn't meant to ramble so much, but she was trying to fill the silence.