[ If Nate notices the unspoken gesture, he doesn't say anything to point it out. Having come close to death so many times he feels as though he should be more affected by seeing it set in stone, but at present the only sensation in his limbs is a vague numbness to it. No denial, or anger, or fear. Not even acceptance. It's akin to being a tourist to his own life. ]

Well.

[ Better to occupy himself with something that requires his fullest attention, and he recalls - albeit belatedly - that he promised to tell Gene about the building he'd drawn in his sketchbook, covered in dense vines and falling to pieces. ]

There was this one...really notorious pirate, Henry Avery. When people think of a pirate flag - the skull and crossbones? - that was his sigil. But he didn't end up like most of them, hanged or gibbeted or turned privateer.

[ Here is where his demeanor turns, suckered into his own telling by virtue of liking the history and conspiracy too much to let his mood remain dampened. ]

He pulled off the biggest heist the world had ever seen, and then completely disappeared.