I'd tell them put me back in it

JACK

"You think?" Jack asks with a raise of an eyebrow. "Magic's a diverse thing, Flora. Only need a blast of air or a shield of ice - hell, even stone worked into a bit of armour - to get through that bonfire. Ain't like it'll stop 'em if they're determined; some might even just take the burns." He certainly would have for mageglass, before fire had awoken in his own blood. As for who else he might ask, he can only shrug once again.

"More people you ask, more people'll know you got trouble on your shores," he says; he doesn't need to expand on that, he hopes. Only ask those you have to. Hells, let's be honest, if it weren't for it affecting him and his business personally, Jack would have been thrilled himself to learn of something making life difficult for Flora.

He scoffs at the reminder of the Oerwoud's fuckery, content to pool all his chips on the thought of pirates banding together to cause problems by using a ghost ship. (And only in Caido could a sentence like that pass for sane). And if he notices how her thoughts soften it doesn't show on his face, Jack instead starting to rise to his feet. "I assume that's everythin', unless you're gonna tell me there's another meteor on the way or someone's summoned an eldritch monster I should watch out for?"

it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!