Jack is starting to feel just a bit doomed. He isn't getting anywhere and they're all just eying him, waiting for their meal. One of them takes his paddle and nearly pulls him in with it. He huddles down in the small boat and takes out his pistol, clutching it to his chest. If he shoots one it will likely just anger the others, but he feels safer armed.
"They're women, Jacky. Simple as that. You c'n talk t'women. Aye, but not normal women, now are they? Hardly, but much the same in their thinking yes? I've no idea, mate. Seems they're more intent on the devouring than most. Fair enough. Worth the try, though, eh? Right."
Jack stands up in the small boat, putting his pistol away so as to seem less threatening.
"Ladies..."
A fish flops into the boat at his feet and he stares down at the wriggling thing with a slightly disgusted face. He rests a boot on it to keep it still and bows slightly, putting on a grin.
"Thank you, darling. I was quite near to starving. You're a lifesaver. Now what say you we call some manner of truce? You're t'stay whole and in the sea as you are and me all to one piece and left be in my little boat such as I am? Savvy?"