"What, and you're the expert on it are you?" Jack scoffed a little, and moved his wrist strap away, standing with his arms hooked behind his back.

"So if your ship is so fantastic," he asked, "where is it? Because I don't see any ship. All I see is you, me, a hell of a lot of grass and that wooden little box ove-- Wait. Wait don't tell me that thing is your ship?" He laughed. It was ridiculous and completely unplausible but at the same time it was somehow completely obvious. Of course it was his ship.

"Oh yeah. Impressive. Really impressive."