Jack taps a couple fingers to his temple, a somewhat faded smile pressed to his mouth. "I'm glad to hear of that. I certainly trust in your generous hospitality."

While he's confident that his crew won't suffer harm at their hands -- his imprisonment here, thus far, has been without any great incident or violence -- the notion that he'll be separated from them is disconcerting. It gives him less control over this entire situation, less power, fewer ways to figure out how to slip these damned bonds and disappear like he'd prefer to.

But like any other difficulty he's faced in life, he'll find a way to adjust, to adapt.