Jacob looked at her as she bowed at him. It seemed as if he were the one who should be bowing to her, but he didn't mind the feeling. He was proud to be a captain, and he was glad she recognized it. When she bowed, however, her pouch fell, and Jacob was about to pick it up when many gold coins fell out. He watched as Annabelle quickly picked them up. [i]Is she nervous?[/i] Jacob thought, but then dismissed it when he thought perhaps it was just because of him. He was probably quite scary to her. 

When Jacob thought about it, the two were different in many ways. He was tall, burly, and rough. He walked with a certain confident stride that lacked elegance, while she seemed to care greatly about the way she looked, considering how much care was put into her clothing and hair. Jacob was often out at sea for most of the days, while she seemed like she would be the kind of princess who had never left her town before. Jacob often wondered if such people had ever wanted to travel. He craved adventure and he craved to see the whole wide world. Did anybody else feel that way?

Jacob refocused when she seemed to want to leave rapidly. He grabbed her bag lightly, but then let go, running around her and in front of her. "Wait," he said, looking at her directly in the face. He was walking backwards, to ensure that she would still talk to him for at least a little longer. "What were you doing back then? Were you giving out your family's money to the people?" Jacob asked, tilting his head. He'd seen enough; the people crowding around and even the grateful couple. He looked into her eyes with a certain curiosity only a man like Jacob could have. 

He thought about her actions for a second. Jacob had trained himself to never feel such inclinations. He didn't do so much as look at the poor, knowing that whatever kindness he could muster in his heart would be brought out, and he'd have the temptation to help. When he thought about it, there didn't seem to be anything so bad about giving a few gold coins away, but even little by little, it did add up. And he was determined to save every last penny. He wanted to have a luxurious life. He never wanted to worry about hunger or thirst ever again. He didn't want to worry for his family, or whoever survived out of it.

But other than those reasons, was there anything else? Jacob often wondered what would happen to his riches and ship if he were dead. He would pass it on to Pierre, but if Pierre died before him, where would it go? As unorganized as it sounded, Jacob hadn't even decided. He knew it wasn't because of selfishness, but rather, he wanted to make the best decision. After all, he'd worked so hard. Basically the only person he was considering was his youngest brother, but Jacob wasn't sure that his crew would be able to locate her after his passing. In addition, Jacob wasn't sure if his brother even [i]wanted[/i] a ship, for only a pirate could take the Black Tortuga.

But then Jacob's stomach began to feel sick. [i]His father.[/i] Yes, there was no doubt in Jacob's mind. His father would be the first one to know of his passing. With Jacob's luck, his father would find the ship and enslave the crew to be his. Why, Jacob's father would easily slip into his spot, for his dad had extensive sword training. Out of rage, Jacob always tensed when he thought of his father. Whenever he saw him, Jacob's whole mind and body would fill with an indescribable rage, and he often lost control.

He vowed that before he died, he'd make sure his father was deep in a grave somewhere, and that he'd rot in Hell.