Jacob woke up in his bed. His eyes flashed open, and he watched as sunlight poured into the resting areas through the small windows in the boat. Even though they were sleeping on the lower deck, the ship was so large that small windows were still far above sea level. Jacob turned onto his side, and grunted, feeling the fatigue in his muscles from yesterday. [i]Yesterday...[/i] Jacob thought, and then quickly remembered the events attached to last night. He sighed and shook his head, and then stood up. Jacob looked at the empty beds beside him, and quickly determined that it was late in the day. 

Jacob ran upstairs, and saw his entire crew on deck, talking. Pierre, who was standing at the wheel of the ship, waved good morning. Running his fingers through his hair, Jacob walked up the stairs to the wheel, and sighed. "What happened?" Jacob asked Pierre, shaking his head in shame. Pierre chuckled. "You should be telling me, Captain." Pierre replied. Jacob didn't appreciate the joke.

Pierre sighed at his captain's grumpiness. "You were pretty drunk, sir. I am sure you remember the thief who came in, and they took some of our gold from your quarters." Pierre explained, and tapped a foot on the ground as if to motion to Jacob's quarters directly below them. Jacob solemnly nodded, and grabbed the wheel, even though they weren't going anywhere. Jacob didn't want to look at Pierre, and instead, he looked up into the sky to check the time. It was just before noon, Jacob determined, and then looked to Pierre. 

"I'm going out in the town." Jacob said. Pierre nodded, knowing that there was nothing else to do, really. Jacob decided had one more day here, perhaps more. At the time, the crew had nothing to do at all. Jacob had a favour to return for the tall smuggler who helped him earn more gold, but other than a small assassination (which Jacob typically didn't perform; he only fought men when he boarded ships that he wanted to loot) he had nothing to to. Only time would tell how long they would stay in Solomon. Pierre didn't mind some relaxation, and the crew certainly didn't either.

Jacob was about to leave to town, but Pierre stopped him. "I found this," he said, and pulled out a locket from his jacket pocket. "It was on the deck below. Belongs to a girl, I assume?" Pierre made a teasing look, as if to suggest something, but Jacob's cold emotions shut the happy mood down immediately. "There's nothing." Jacob hissed, and snatched the locket. "I've had enough of people."

And with that, he walked off of the boat, and into the town. 

Jacob looked around, noticing how it was less busy than yesterday, or even the day before. He decided to take the main routes, instead of going the back alleys. He wore his entire uniform; his sleeveless captain jacket, boots, and belt, but didn't wear his hat. People on the street immediately noticed that he was older than almost all of the men. His sharp features clearly indicated that he was no longer a young adult. His face had no signs of aging whatsoever, but his features weren't soft and child-like. He was, after all, 30, and even though it wasn't the oldest, he'd experienced so much for a man his age.

Jacob was walking through the town when he saw the princess. His eyes widened, and he remembered the locket. Digging into his pocket, he pulled it out, and held it firmly in his grasp. While squeezing through the people, Jacob noticed she was giving something to the people, but didn't focus on what. The pirate tapped her on the shoulder, and waited for her to turn around.

"Princess Solomon," he greeted, but didn't bow. Most people would, since it was truly an honour to meet someone of such high ranking, but Jacob didn't. He was still mad from last night. He took his anger out on everyone, and even though Jacob thought the thief was some smaller man with a heck of a lot of courage. Jacob got more mad the more he thought of it. How could such a notorious pirate be robbed by some wannabe? Jacob knew that if he weren't drunk, he would have dealt with them... 

Jacob knew there was nothing he could do, so he decided to move on before he became furious again. "I found this on my deck. I take it this belongs to you?" he held it out, and looked her in the eyes. He resisted the urge to feel any emotion as he handed the locked to her, and folded his hands behind his back. There was something about her that made him feel on the edge. Was it what she was doing with the public? Or was it the feeling that there was a story behind the locket that he didn't know?

Jacob shrugged it off as paranoia, knowing that as a princess, it'd be pretty hard to hid a secret from the King and Queen.