Gratitude
Well, in truth, he was a little bit sad. I mean, the whelp wasn't that bad really. Yeah, he asked an endless tide of questions, was very idealistic and also was suspicious of everything Jack did in the beginning; but truth be told, he was a good kid and a good friend.
But wherever the whelp went, so did the wench (and visa versa). So now, as Jack tipped back his chair and sloshed down a bit of rum without any problems in the world, Jack was plenty grateful that the whelp was keeping her far, far away.... For now.
Author's Note: Just thought that it would be stupid to keep all these hidden away. They aren't the best but I hope you like them. I am still working on "On the Edge of a Knife, Off the Edge of the Map"