"Doesn't surprise me at all, nasty beasts that they are." And Jack huffs a short laugh. "Barf and Belch. You viking lot like to be colorful with your namin', eh? And I'm sure it would be." It'd be a fight that he'd love to stay far, far away from.

He nods towards her boat, then. "How 'bout we set to fixing that. Do you have anything to trade for the wood?"