His compass dangles at his side, but Jack doesn't make any move to reach for it. He looks back out over the water again, toward the now-vanished lights of the tiny boats, then gives an elaborate shrug and turns toward Wellard.
"Not but what we might be more better off than those poor buggers now, even if we're spinning 'round in circles, aye?"
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His compass dangles at his side, but Jack doesn't make any move to reach for it. He looks back out over the water again, toward the now-vanished lights of the tiny boats, then gives an elaborate shrug and turns toward Wellard.
"Not but what we might be more better off than those poor buggers now, even if we're spinning 'round in circles, aye?"