Team Jeff!
It really was the new version of the rum, cleverly titled Rumfustian (the actual name, passed on through generations of seaworthy and swaggering pirates) - it built up courage and strength, probably thanks to the raw egg in it. Jefferson needed the protein anyway. Now he was feeling brave enough to head to the gaping maw of a portal, with his loved ones covering him should anything go tits up. Which, this was Marrowood, of course it would.
"Aye, that's the plan," he agreed, ready with his array of bladed weapons. "If anything tries, we'll slice and dice. Or set on fire, in Swan's case." He tried not to think of Ariel out there, doing the same thing for another rift. Already he'd wished her luck and kissed her goodbye a few times but he still worried, though couldn't focus on it solely right now.