2017. What year did they say it was here, now. 2021? Four long years. He could be here the same. Perhaps it was time that he started looking forward instead of back.
"Stew would be lovely. Nothing better than hot food on a cold day," he smiled.
"Oh, the Bahamas are.... wonderful, and wild. Lawless, at least in Nassau. The perfect place for a pirate to make his name known. Of course, that might be very different now. The eighteenth century was a very different time." He generally spoke of himself as a more honest sailor, to strangers in the town, but he got the feeling that she would appreciate both the honesty and the knowledge itself.