"Yes. Better than none." He repeated, struggling with the words but mostly repeating. Repeating helped a lot. Maps were rarely kept in his crew he grew up in, usually burned or tossed to sea once a voyage was over, but he spent his time reading them when he found them. Learning them to kill the long times the ships would drift. "Welcome, Killian." He spoke after a second, offering his hand over to shake, being thoughtful enough to not hold it towards the hook.