JACK
Jack spun on heel to walk backwards at the unexpected response from the woman, a smile creeping across his face. Quite how he had managed to do such a thing without falling on his ass in his drunken state was beyond him, but there he was. He spread his hands, as if to tell her the sky was the limit. "Sailin', transportin' goods," goods = contraband, naturally, "and there are some cannons that need mannin'. You fancy it? Get to see a lot of the world on a ship, love."