Jack grins. Eliot's apprehension hadn't been about where the crown had come from or his position as a king. He was worried about what Jack might think of him. When was the last time that anyone was worried he might think poorly of them? It's a startling admission, and Jack can't help but be pleased by the care it implies.

"Eliot, kings and pirates aren't cats and mice. We're not natural enemies. God, Henry Morgan was knighted." He laughs, then quiets himself. He doesn't want Eliot to think that he doesn't appreciate the concern. He continues, a little softer. "It's true that it's not likely. Sanctioned piracy makes one a privateer rather than a pirate, and there is an important distinction there, but..." He shrugs. "I don't have any quarrels with you or your kingdom." It hardly matters here anyway, him without a ship, and Eliot without his kingdom, but he doesn't feel like saying that out loud. He'd still like to think of himself as a Captain, and despite him keeping it hidden, he's reluctant to throw away Eliot's title without his permission.

He smiles at Eliot, then looks back down at the crown. "It seems a shame to hide it away."

Eliot, a king. That will take some getting used to. He wonders what being a king is like in a magical land, and if Eliot was a good king to all the strange magical creatures and people there. He'd like to think so. He'd also like to ask more questions, but his friend being a king still feels like a lot to process. He has to think about what to ask first.