"I think space might be on the quiet side." He said, not that he had taken the time to investigate. It still frightened the hell out of him, and that was something he was keeping under his hat. "You're going to need some sound to sing over if you're singing in the pub with it being that quiet. And when you get your space ship, you'll need something then." The thought turned his stomach in ways he hated but this wasn't about him. This was about Edward and that look on his face and the tone in his voice that made Jacob's heart go out to the pirate. "You'll have a new ship and you can sing all you like, Captain. We just have to find you the right one."
No more talk of his life. No more Jackdaw, no Caroline, no Jennifer, no London brotherhood and above all absolutely no Haytham and no talk at all of his own death. He didn't want Edward feeling worse, he didn't want to find out if the man would sob into his shirt, drink more or try to fight in such a state.
"This life isn't so bad. Electric lights, plumbing, good grub, not to mention you can't walk a few feet without some pretty young lady making eyes at you. And not just at you, Kenway, I've been in more ladies bedrooms since we arrived here than I have in a whole year back in London." Everyone had been fully clothed, Jacob had behaved himself, he might have been in a few bedrooms but he hadn't been in anyone's bed but his own. Kenway didn't need to know the truth of that though.