OOC: @Nailik Pretty much.
The painter thudded against the hull of the schooner, and a moment later Jacques was dragging himself on board, muttering angrily to himself.
"Should have taken Etna's damned magic amulet when I had the chance. But no, I had to stick to my code of honour and chivalry, and for once go out of my way to stay and help a bunch of mortals with no connection to Lord or land, sacrificing my chance to return to a land that I can still understand in the process. WELL LOOK HOW THAT BLOODY TURNED OUT!!!" He finished roaring at himself, the schooner a good enough distance away that only the most acute hearing could have picked it up. Grabbing one of the golden bottles of rum from the amidships oarhouse, he popped the cork and took a long swig as he went, then approached one of the Demi-culverin cannons and started struggling with the cap over the muzzle intended to decommission it.