He was frustratingly fuzzy on the details of how the Gamemakers had ripped them away from their worlds and into this one, and so that was about the best comfort -- or advice -- that Jack could offer him in this situation.

"No need for thanks, lad. There's the hope, and it's all you can rightly do."

He's about halfway done with his booze by this point, chugging for another few seconds before Jack furtively glances back to Firo. "Who is the lass, anyhow?" He'd mentioned that she was family in the past, but the pirate had his suspicions. "Sister? Mother? An inamorata of sorts? Past lover?"