Jack puts his sword away and sits down.
I'm just so sick of doing the exact same bloody thing over and over again. I also prefer to fight humans, I'm sick and tired of eldritch creatures, and my men are sick of it as well. We're probably going to have to take a "detour" or two.
Jack pauses to think.
Where's the f****** army and navy? There's only town guards, where are the soldiers? You'd think that they would be doing something about this.