An answer came to mind immediately, but it was a complicated one. He missed South America, and if he was going to pick a place to travel to tomorrow that would be his first thought. It wasn't as though he could just admit to someone in England (even an American) that he'd enjoyed any part of his whole lengthy ordeal after the shipwreck. And there was a good deal of it he hadn't enjoyed — whole tracks of land, as far as the eye could see, that held no memories except sorrow and death as he'd led his men to their doom through his own inexperience. He couldn't say anything about that. It was too nuanced for a conversation in a restaurant, where the topics were meant to be superficial, for one. He didn't know her well enough to know how she would react, for another. And it wasn't the sort of thing one said to people who were about to join the family — Evander would likely not forgive him if he scared her off and she ran all the way back to Boston.
He turned his attention to his drink, pretending to consider her question. The next thing that came to mind wasn't so much a place, but a time — before the Sycorax expedition, when he'd been young and inexperienced and every new port had seemed like the most exotic and mysterious place in the world. There was so much excitement in the air, and it was such a simple excitement because he didn't understand anything about the way the world worked — but such a confident one, too, because of course he thought he knew everything about the way the world worked. It was something he'd never have again. It was, also, not the sort of thing he could say to Caroline Delaney in a restaurant a month after she'd accepted his brother's proposal.
"I like the open sea," he said eventually, which wasn't an answer to her question but also wasn't a lie. "When there's nothing on the horizon at all except waves and clouds. The way the ship rocks beneath you and the way the stars spread out at night. That's my favorite place."

MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
He turned his attention to his drink, pretending to consider her question. The next thing that came to mind wasn't so much a place, but a time — before the Sycorax expedition, when he'd been young and inexperienced and every new port had seemed like the most exotic and mysterious place in the world. There was so much excitement in the air, and it was such a simple excitement because he didn't understand anything about the way the world worked — but such a confident one, too, because of course he thought he knew everything about the way the world worked. It was something he'd never have again. It was, also, not the sort of thing he could say to Caroline Delaney in a restaurant a month after she'd accepted his brother's proposal.
"I like the open sea," he said eventually, which wasn't an answer to her question but also wasn't a lie. "When there's nothing on the horizon at all except waves and clouds. The way the ship rocks beneath you and the way the stars spread out at night. That's my favorite place."

MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER