Jack considers his armful of clothing and nods to the idea. He still needs a coat, but paring down this collection will make him feel a little less ridiculous walking around the store. He heads that way, trying to organize his armful as he goes.

He's amused at the idea of Eliot aboard a pirate ship, either as a crewman or any higher rank, and for a moment he tries each position in turn, thinking of Eliot trying to live that life. He's a smart man, clearly, but Jack can't imagine Eliot willing to kill a man to obtain a prize. "Depends what the sorcery is in aid of." Eliot did say that battle magic exists, but the last time they talked Eliot seemed like he didn't enjoy the idea. Jack glances in his direction and raises his eyebrows, questioning. "I thought you didn't like getting your hands dirty."