"You, Ms. Pirate King Swann, watched a crew of pirates turn into skeletons in the Port Royal moonlight." He raised an eyebrow. "You saw a kracken, 'an then, you tell me, you went to the Locker."
Jack leaned back again, putting his head on the step behind him and closing his eyes. "I find it difficult to believe that unnatural light presents anyfink of a challenge in terms of your coping mechanism."
A beat.
"Motorized carriages, too. Among other fings." The barest trace of a smile played over his face.