Jack fumes. He pulls out his sword, cursing Vune, he swings it around twice then jams it into the ground. Several sailors waking by stop, turn around and run away. He removes his coat. He then says in a solem voice.
This was a gift from my wife. Best damned garment I've ever owned, now it's ruined. Well...
He hands it to one of his men walking by.
Edward, get me some new clothes. See if you can't clean this up will you
The man nods respectfully
Aye aye sir.
The man hurries off. Jack turns to Brian with a smile on his face
No, I would not. I can clean myself up.
Jack looks around.
Fine city. It's a shame that I'm friends with the Isle of Man, otherwise I might just...take it.