Jacob looked over to Annabelle, and smirked. "Maybe one day you will know, sooner rather than later. It all depends on how it all plays out..." Jacob said, and eyed her jokingly. At first he felt guilty for not telling her his name, but the more he thought about it, the more reasons he could think of as to why he shouldn't reveal it just yet. She was a princess, and she had many connections. His name would likely not stay a secret for very long, and with how sweet she seemed to be being, Jacob didn't fully trust her. Something was off, but he couldn't understand what.

Jacob nodded. "I'm glad you understand." he said, and put his hands in his pockets. "It seems as if both you and I have experience in being more on the wealthy side, but you know, I deserve it, too." Jacob's face suddenly became slightly more serious. "I worked very hard for my money, and I don't like being called a selfish man. I'm sure you understand." Jacob sighed, and began to walk.

"I got this ship from some other captain. We got into this huge all-out fight, and in the end, my crew ended up victorious. It was a marvelous victory, and we repainted her and made her our own." Jacob explained proudly. His ship was truly huge, and it fit way more than 24 people. Jacob just liked it when it was less crowded

"My quarters it is, then." Jacob declared, and led her to the door, and then let her follow him inside. There was a royal red carpet on the floor and two bookshelves on either wall, filled with historical books. There were paintings on the wall, and none of them were very important. They only had scenery of some serene landscape or some kind of old pirate or army leader. At the back of the quarters were large chests with treasure, but they were locked by a simple metal lock. In the middle of the room, there was a large table with a huge map sprawled on top of it. There was also a small painted portrait of Jacob's mother and father. Jacob would have taken it down sooner, because he hated his dad, but that one photo was the only way he could remember his mother that well. He longed to see her soft, pale face once more.

"So, this is it." Jacob said, and then sat down in the captain's chair behind the desk. He opened up the drawers, and a mess of papers were visible. "See?" Jacob said. "All maps. I've been to many, many places. Your kingdom being the most recent, of course." he flashed her a smirk and closed the drawers before anything else was visible.

Inside, there were also his personal hand-written documents. In the back corner, there was also a journal, where Jacob wrote his experiences from the day. It was a way to keep his memory in check, and it was a very important routine to him.

Jacob stood up, out of the chair, and rubbed his scarred shoulder. "Let's get moving, then." he said. Jacob led her out of the room, and then stopped on the main deck, and turned towards her. "We can go wherever you want next, but if you want to leave now, you're free to go."

Jacob didn't feel like he needed to show her everything, and as a princess, Jacob figured she'd had enough. If she asked, Jacob would show her more, but he liked giving people choices. It made him feel in control, more so than if he were to only give one option. He was a rather complex, odd person once you get to his core.