:: slumps agains the bulwark, looking stunned ::
The Cap'n? Dead, before we even have the ship in order? Bloody hell...
:: looks up at the sky, squinting ::
What have ye signed yourself up for this time, Jack? I supposed we've lived through worse...
:: snaps out of his thoughts at the sound of Mister Lasseter's orders ::
Aye, sir! You heard him, ye gobs! All hands, at the ready, and pull!! Straight and true, together lads! We're not draggin' logwood here! That be our home for God knows how long. That's it! Keep at it! The line's coming taught and true...