Kahl just sat in the back of the ship zoning out as he obsessively focused his attentions to the art of whittling to preemptively kill time during the period that would be spent on the sea. He momentarily stopped his woodworking as he responded to this one guy asking his motivations. "He's a wanted man. With each passing day and action he commits his value goes up. You take of your vendetta with him and I keep and bring back his head." He responded nonchalantly almost to the point of being cavalier about it.  

He then returned to his woodworking as he deftly wielded the tiny blade. A blizzard of wooden flakes and chunks fell around his general area as the featureless chunk of wood became decorated and shaped into something. He absentmindedly mumbled to no one in particular to call on him when needed. But other than his mind was focused on the blade and wood and all intermediaries that this mental venn diagram would hold.