Nope. Not a thing. When the peace came, we all ended up drifting in the wind with no real idea what to do next, and no real skill at anything else.

[Edward had been a sheep farmer before he'd been a privateer, and what he'd learned at sea wasn't the sort of thing you brought home with you. He leans over and gives Danny a gentle little pet on top of the head, making sure to scratch behind the ears.]

So we turned pirate, instead. [He sighs.] I tell you this because...well, like I said. I've seen men overcome with nostalgia before. I've been one. And so much of the time it's because you've just—seen too much, done too much, and in the aftermath you can't see a way through.