His home, his very old, once-upon-a-time home, is no longer his to be reclaimed. The pirates seem to have settled their docks across the coast line of Midnight Shores, and Jasper does not wish to be associated with the pirates.
He does not truly wish to be associated with much at all.

Sadie, who hasn’t left his side since his return from Omni’s latest challenge, keeps brushing against his leg as they walk, and he scowls, irritated by the constant attention. He feels for his familiar as he feels for his sister; he wouldn’t be without her, but it would have been better for all involved if she had never existed.
He catches himself, as he thinks this; he loves Ellie, and he loves Sadie, though he would never admit to either. The Omniety has opened his eyes to how much he relies on these constants in his life; if he had been assisted by Sadie, many of the tasks would have been quicker, easier, and Ellie saved his life.
He would have had someone to share the whole ordeal with.

One deep sigh, and he pushes his thoughts clear, focusing instead on dipping into the minds of those around him, as he passes through; nothing interesting, nothing to grasp his attention and truly hold it, but it passes the time somewhat. He flicks through thoughts as one would flick through the pages of a particularly dull textbook; skim reading the words but not allowing anything to stick.
Until one word, one name, snags his interest.
Saffron.
Jasper has to flick back through the pages, the thoughts, pushing past the boring ones to center on the one he wanted.

He turns his body, begins to move it, Sadie stuck to him, and he sighs, audibly, wishing she would give him just an inch of space.
She hears him, and diligently moves away; just an inch.
He rolls his eyes.

He spots her, Saffron, wondering if she’ll even remember his face; it has been a long time, he is certain, he barely recognises her but there is enough of himself, of Serafina, in the woman, that he manages to find her face. His invasion into her mind certainly helps.
He settles a blank expression upon his face - he is more used to scowling than smiling, so this seems like a solid compromise - and moves towards her steadily.
“Hello, daughter,” he murmurs, his lips not moving as his words sound directly in her mind.