Kurt loved the salty sea air, the wind rushing through his curls, he loved his crew and his freedom. He was the most respected pirate on the open sea and he was enjoying his life to the fullest. He had been abandoned at a young age, snuck onto the Pirate Xavier's ship at the ripe age of twelve and became one of his closest confidants, adopted into his band of gifted youngsters. When Xavier had passed on he'd left the ship to Kurt, who stewarded it and stood at it's helm with pride.

One day after a particularly nasty storm Kurt spied someone who looked like they were drowning, caught on some rocks. He had ordered his men to go and rescue them, which had ended up with you, a real mer-person in a barrel of water getting your arm bandaged and tended to. He had insisted on doing it himself, he didn't have any real reason for it. He smiled softly at you as he bound your wounds,"I'm sure you are very wary. You have every right to be."