[ Asha had briefly spoken of him too, but (perhaps fortunately) it'd been more of an offhand mention of the man more than anything else. And Jack would be so horrified if the word marriage ever came up.

His gaze flicks out over to the ships moored in the bay, quietly considering, then his attention returns back to the silly watermelon smashing still going on. ] Aye, a proper warship. That'd be fantastic, wouldn't it.

[ His voice lowers a notch, and Jack glances to Victarion. ] I appropriated meself a two-masted naval brig, one time. Only had one other man with me to do it -- a blunderin' and inexperienced one, at that.

I'd reckon taking one of those'd be far easier. [ AKA, need a helping hand? ]