She looked up at his answer and frowned. What bank would a pirate be talking about? She doubted it was an actual bank and said, "Are you sure it's not buried beneath the sand at a western point of a beach?" Her query sounded genuinely curious. She wasn't laughing about it, either, merely trying to put herself into the shoes of the one who wrote the riddle. The young woman returned to studying the map, a furrow or concentration in her brow.