Kirk returned the firm grip, a quick shake. What did it matter? Men had come and gone with other mysterious pasts and he could care less. He cared about their now and their future with him. "Spock." Rolling the word on his tongue. "Come then. There be a bottle of unopened rum of a fine vintage waitin' fer the likes of such an occasion. Plus I think the good doctor M'Benga could fix us right up."

He gestured with his head before leading in the direction of the Enterprise. "And ye can see tha lady ye dared ta insult. She'll take yer breath 'way."