Turns out finding enough quality supplies for a month long journey was difficult in such a town as this. Sure there were a few people selling some spices and choice cuts of meat, but most of the good stuff would rot if not cooked immediately. So, he had no choice but to make do with what he could find. He bought pouches of spices, small bags of flour and sugar as well as two large sacks of salt. He also bought a couple barrels of alcohol and large amounts of food stuffs that won't just rot, including a couple jare of honey.

By the time he was finished he had a small crowd of people carrying the supplies back towards the ship, where he saw it up close for the first time. It was, colourful to say the very least. Not something that would strike fear and terror into the hearts and minds of people, but while those people were all laughing at the ridiculousness of it they would be boarded and killed, so there was that.

He walked his way onto the deck and started looking around for a place to store his cargo, he found the kitchen and a good dry and cool place to store the supplies he bought. He directed his workman to drop off the cargo, keeping an eye out for any of them that may try and steal from him, though by the look of fear in their eyes it was highly unlikely that they would.

Jack looked at his fellow crew memebers and gave a polite smile, "We are set here with the supply situation. What is our next course of action?"