"Glitter." Ed repeated the word with a curious hum. A bit on the nose, but it made sense. "Bit showy," he agreed, thinking again that Stede would find the whole thing marvelous.

He seemed to take in for the first time that he was alone, without either his crew or Stede's, and he looked around with a frown, hardly registering York's question at first.

"...Uh- 1717," he answered finally.