[ It seems to him that an accusation like that is a rather simple thing that couldn't be exaggerated or downplayed, just true or untrue. He's ready to say exactly that, before Irving starts in on a religious rant of the most ridiculous order. Rackham hasn't stepped foot in a church for, what, ten, fifteen years? His patience for it is thin. He's only not annoyed because he's laughing, really laughing, that this man thinks piousness and purity is going to be worth a damn. ]

Take-- [ Sorry, still laughing. ] Take a look around you, my friend. Unless God's graces can make you come, they won't do you a lick of good around here.

[ And he'd leave him there, returning home to Anne with a delightful little anecdote, if not for the comfortable warmth spreading through him now that he's about finished his cup of coffee. Jack's a sociable sort of guy, has to be, to earn his place among pirates burlier and more obviously fearsome than he, but they've kicked it up just a notch for him, have him giving real advice to potential adversaries who won't listen. ]

Try men out, if that's how you feel. Proselytizing will get you nowhere.