Jacob chuckled lightly at the girl's joke about his name. She was smarter than he had originally anticipated. He knew that this interaction would certainly be worth his while. As he watched her while she seemed to be thinking, Jacob couldn't help but think about what her thoughts might be at the moment. Did she know who he was? Certainly, she had to, but a small feeling inside of him made him uncertain. She had given no confirmation, no signal to let him know. That put him on edge a bit, but he brushed it off. He had better things to be focusing on.

"Why, that's what everyone is to address me as. Jackal's the name, but," Jacob paused for a second, and let a smirk on his face. "Perhaps one day you'll know my full name." The pirate couldn't let her know it just yet, and he explained why. "Nothing personal, really, it's just that I can't just say everything to everyone. Who know who you might tell? In the world of pirates, if another rival knows your name it's that much easier to track you down. Words spreads rather fast, you know." Jacob explained. "But it's nice to meet you, Annabelle."

As he listened to her talk about the Black Tortuga, Jacob looked over, into the horizon. They were slightly elevated, and Jacob could see part of his ship from here. It was still on the dock, and it seemed as if there were almost no lights. Jacob figured his crew was either sleeping or drinking their heads off. Most likely the latter. Jacob felt a bit of pride. "Why yes, the Black Tortuga is certainly a sight for sore eyes. The finest on the sea, if I might be so bold to say." Jacob turned back to Annabelle, and caught her gaze. He smirked at her, and for a moment, actually enjoyed the company. Finally, someone he could talk to. Someone who had intellect. 

As Annabelle laughed softly, Jacob felt warmer. It reminded him of his mother, who, unfortunately, was dead. She had nearly the exact same caring laugh, and that made Jacob feel very nostalgic. He choked on his words before saying, "That must be very nice." Jacob looked at her, and she seemed to be uncomfortable under his gaze... or was it something else? Jacob had no time to think it over for Annabelle asked him another question.

Jacob paused for a second, and then nodded, slowly and carefully. "Yes, if that is what you'd like." he replied, and then stood up. He stretched his muscles, that even after a day of relaxing, were extremely sore. He figured it was because of stress. "We'll be quick, though. I'm not sure if the king and queen would like you away from the palace for that long... with a pirate." he chuckled, and led her down the path to the ship.

As they approached the dock, he turned back towards her. "You're lucky you have a charming and convincing personality. It's not often that people are privileged with the honor of seeing the Black Tortuga up close and personal. She's a 'beaut." Jacob said to Annabelle. He seemed quite proud of his ship. As he led her onto the deck, he motioned with his arms. "Here we are!" he said. "Up there's my wheel, and if you enter under the deck you'll get to the sleeping areas and where I keep my... supplies. In addition, the room under the wheel is my office, my quarters. I spend most of my time there."

Jacob turned to Annabelle, and placed his hands in his royal jacket pockets. "So, where would you like to go first?"