I did dig up buried treasure, now and again, but it weren't like I was stumbling over a map and a chest every day. More like... [Scratching at his chin.] Every few months, I think.

I've never heard someone say yo-ho in my life. [Sorry! But he does confirm:] But we drank a lot of rum, so aye, that's a thing that I don't recommend anymore.

[Spoken like someone who used to be an alcoholic himself. Still is, to some degree, although he's been dry for a while now. And as for that question...he goes quiet again, thinking over how to tell her without giving away what else pushed him to leave that life behind him.]

I found out about my daughter. [A breath.] My wife and I had gotten married before I left Bristol, but I hadn't known she'd had a child in her belly when I did. I didn't know about her for—for too long. [Nine years. Nine whole years.] If I had known—I like to think I might've come home earlier than I did. [Deep in his heart, though, he wonders if he really would've, or if he'd have used it as an excuse to fuel his ambitions.] When I did find out, though, I knew I couldn't leave her without a father. So I took the pardon, and sailed back home.