[Luca glances nervously at the side of the boat, contemplating jumping overboard and swimming away now that the person that had kept him from doing that up until that point was...well, he didn't look like he was going to be getting up anytime...ever.]

I could just--

[He answers in Italian, though Tony might have trouble placing the particular dialect. The magic of this place had been translating everything Luca said up until that point, but when it's a shared language, there was no need. He considers saying he doesn't need a lifeboat...but he realizes he should probably not tell everyone in this place what he really is. Especially people that are that good at killing. Luca closes his eyes and takes a breath. Unbeknownst to him, the vile blood that now courses through his veins has changed certain aspects of his physiology. All he knows is that when he takes a deep breath to calm down, the smell of blood fills his nostrils. Instead of feeling repulsed, however, it's making him hungry. Which horrifies him in a whole new way and does nothing to help him sort out his current panic at seeing someone get killed, even if it was someone that had been planning on selling his blood on the black market.]

Okay, I just need to get off of this ship.

[Away from the body that horrified him, away from the pirates that wanted to kill him to sell his blood, away from the blood and all the questions he didn't dare ask himself. Just...away. He needs to get away.]