Jack Rackham + Sigrun
He'd been told about the settlement by Rogue, and lacking anywhere else to be on this apparently well celebrated feast day it was there he took himself to on Thanksgiving.
Again, he had refused to change his clothes for anything more modern, and looked like exactly the pirate he was.
He found himself something to eat, taking cheese and grapes along with a generous helping of hot lamb from the spit. This place was a little more familiar, though it seemed antiquated to him, a little.
He was feeling a little out of sorts, for everyone spoke of this as a time for family and here he was, without Anne, or Charles, alone in a strange new world.