"I wasn't sure you wanted us to," Silver says simply, no malice in his voice--just a simple fact. Benedict's collar, he realizes, has bees on them. Sharply embroidered, something Jack would wear for a few days before it gets utterly destroyed by piracy and other acts.

But Benedict was yearning. That's good, and a pleasant surprise from what he'd intend.

"I'm not one for all of this," Silver agrees. "I'm a simple man--this is beyond me." He's not ashamed to admit it.