The Pirate King is not one to believe in things as fate or destiny. It is the sole job of one to grasp what they desire, to turn thoughts into actions ; dreams into reality. Only those strong will be able to do such.
So the presence of the newcomer is not of fate but more coincidence. Not one of Ramsey's Legends but not one of his own. An outside who has a similar scent to Sparrow -- not the same but the undertones hint at the flippant pirate. One who has spent time around that odd pirate perhaps.
“ That all depends. . . ” Flameheart speaks in a commanding tone, yet even. Curious of the words brought to him by one of his Ashen Lords of a visitor of odd origins, speaking of creatures not of bone or flesh. Brought to the Reaper's Hideout to be set before the leader of the skeletal armada.
Strength is what catches his attention, respecting the words of his Ashen Lords. If one is found interesting to them, then he will listen, “ You have uttered the same words as Captain Sparrow did, a similar scent to Jones ; perhaps a lack of navigation skills brought you upon the Sea of Thieves rather than there. ” This one hardly looks to be savvy with a sloop.
His attention turns, fiery sockets focused solely on this boy, “ You lack the knowledge of the Sea, so you mustn't be one brought here by the Pirate Lord -- so that is not your purpose. ” A low laugh comes out of him, crossing arms over his chest -- to remove the chance of hovering far too close to his sheathed sword, “ Even by chance, such can be beneficial to the both of us -- what others would call fate pulled you here I predict. ”