flick of the wrist

full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane

Jack has to laugh as well, though from Aurelia's point of view it might sound a bit like swearing profusely and drowning a bit. He's managed to sit himself up, spear in hand as he tries to disentangle himself. Then she comes to help and damn it, he lets her, more interested in the little fucker who clocked him around the head. He tracks the cloud manta swooping lazily towards the water, and - honestly, it's just a petty bit of vengeance at this point - he throws his spear at it to make an angry point.

Only to everyone's surprise, it fucking hits, and the manta goes down into the water with a screech. No one is more puzzled by it than Jack, though it quickly melts into a smug smile as Aurelia gets him free. "You were sayin'? That's how it's done, love," he informs her, collecting up his net once she's freed him and dragging himself to his feet once more.

"Yeah? Spit it out then, 'fore you waste any more breath," he drawls, wading across to sling the net around the manta and collect his spear. That makes two - one more, and they can get out of the water.