Jake wasn't sure why she was growling. He honestly wasn't withholding information from her. He just didn't have any idea what she was talking about. Images flooded his mind in reaction to the anger. He strokes the pendant lovingly. As a child would pat their mothers cheek when trying to comfort her. He remembers that day. The day that bastard had his mother gangbanged while he stabbed her over and over again. All she had done was protect him. The Commadore of the Royal Navy...he was going to let his sister and her lover...rape him. He hadn't even been thirteen then<br/><br/>"Mother gave this to me....she said it would keep me safe." he whispers to himself. So used to not having anyone to talk to. He flinched. Visually tensing as if preparing for a strike. Then relaxed when he realized that no blow was coming. Letting her guide her to the bed. He sits down willingly. Looking at her. He was stubborn headed. And he'd promised his mother...she asked him a two fold request. Her dying breath she'd asked him to promise her something. He had done so.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "It isn't me that did this to me." he says. "It was the Commadore of the Royal Navy. And that isn't the worst part of the torture he put me through." his grip on the pendant tightened. "That bastard! That monster! He'd rape mother. Often. And when it was two days before my thirteenth birthday his sister requested for her and her lover to be able to rape me. He said yes. Mother killed them after she got free. They raped me though." he says sadly.<br/><br/>His eyes open yet rimming with tears of anger and sadness. "Mother was gangbanged while the Commadore watched and played with himself. When they were getting near the end of doing so...he started to stab her. Over and over again. He held me still forced me to watch the entire scene. Had pulled my hair back in a way my head was forced up at an angle." he shudders. "That bastard murdered my mother on the day before my thirteenth birthday."<br/><br/>He shakes a bit. "Mother had me promise her something. It was a two fold last request.She said to me. -Don't ye let them bastards break ye. Don't ye give in to the pain of the them bastards abuse. Stay strong and promise mum ye will be so. As well as promise ye mum ye won't let them end ye. No matter what is done to ye...never...die...for...them.- She died after gasping out those last four words."<br/><br/>A single tear trailed down his face. "My mom was strong and I promised her. There were many times I wanted to die. That bastard let women AND men have their way with me. When I got away. I kept running. Rarely having even a few moments rest or time to eat. Drinking water was a quick gulp and then moving onwards. I promised her I wasn't dying to them Navy bastards...I kept my promise."<br/><br/>He looks at her. Shaking his head. "No. I have one vivid yet confusing memory." he looks at her. "I was three. There was a man with long blond hair. The front parts braided tightly. He was fighting the shadow man. Mom was fighting people. The shadow man killed the long blond haired man. Mom...I remember her pleading for my life. She didn't care of her own. She just wanted her child to stay alive. This was after she was overpowered. Then...I remember we were taken and that is all I remember." he says.<br/><br/>Tears in his eyes. "He killed my mother for keeping me safe. Now I will kill him...for murdering her." he says. Weakness was the only thing keeping him from clenching his fists. There just wasn't the energy levels there. He looks at her. "Queen Of Pirates? My mother was the Queen Of Pirates?" he echoes in confusion. His eyes wide yet there was confusion and puzzlement in his eyes. "Are you okay? You seem tense?"