"'Course," he replied with a jovial sort of grin. Sweeney couldn't help it, there was pretty woman speaking down from upon her ship toward him. Lovely, lovely woman. "The sea is a wondrous thing, Miss, even if you don't enjoy it all that often. I rather like the water." And as a general rule, Sweeney did.
It reminded him of Ireland a bit; the sight of ships, though those were crafted by fine Irish hands,
He had a secondary reason for being at the docks other than just wanting to see the ships. That was to see if he could stumble upon that thieving pirate, Jack. Sweeney hadn't seen him in a great deal of time, but he still knew deep down that Jack had stolen one of the coins from his hoard and Sweeney wanted it back.
He felt empty without all his coins where they belonged. It was one thing if he chose to give it away, it was another altogether if it got stolen.