"Wow. Three-hundred and twenty-one years in my past." But he recognizes the look on Ed's - Blackbeard's - face at least. Processing. Working out that he might be the only one here from his world? Like York had realizing really quick that there was no Jericho here.

Or in his world anymore for that matter.

"Uh, well, there's a diner nearby for food. Hotel for quarters." Is that what they called it for sleeping on a ship? Quarters? Cabin. Whatever. This was motherfucking Blackbeard, he'd figure it out. "Don't know if there's any like an ocean nearby."