"Pleah!" Jack spits out a mouthful of mud and ducks backward, rolling to the side as the cart takes a jounce.

"Doesn't anyone know how to drive this blasted thing? Give me a good solid ship any day-- even the Dutchman with all her holes were more use--"

He snatches the blanket up and tosses it over the bowman's head, then sets to shoving at the chest, trying to push it out the back of the cart.