:: Jack slows the water barrel to a stop, and looks back over his shoulder in the hopes that Simon was paying attention. Seeing that a collision was not imminent, he turns to the mountain of a man. He tries to hide is astonishment that a single man is carrying two barrels half-full of foul water ::
Simon, be so kind as to carry those two barrels down to the shore? Give them to the men with the large pot of tar.
:: Simon glowers at Jack, then looks to Kendra. She nods her head, apparently instructing Simon to finish the task. Simon shifts the considerable load on his shoulders, and brushes past Jack on his way to the shore ::
Thank you, Simon! There's a good fellow!
:: Jack quiets his voice, talking more to himself than anyone around him ::
... and take care not to eat anyone on your way.
:: He turns his attention back to Kendra, who presents him with not one, but two beautiful new staysails for the Samson ::
What, you've done two? Did you not sleep last night either, good lady?
:: He examines the tie-points where the sheets attach to the sails, and is happily surprised by their strength ::
These are wondrous, indeed! Thank you for all your work on them. I'll get them to my men straight away!
:: He stands there, smiling at Kendra, almost forgetting that he has sails and a barrel to deliver ::