[Fog isn't exactly unusual to Jack. The seas have a tendency of fogging over in the early mornings, and it's just another part of home that Jack misses. However, it's never once been this bad, bad enough to not see anything past the hand in front of his face.
He's got a hand on his sword as he wonders the fog. Almost a year on this ship, and he knows enough to wander around without any sort of weapon to keep himself safe, should something attack him again.
He himself does keep quiet, until he hears a voice calling out in the fog. It's a vaguely recognizable voice, and he frowns for a second, trying to place it before calling back.]
/casually tags all of your things
He's got a hand on his sword as he wonders the fog. Almost a year on this ship, and he knows enough to wander around without any sort of weapon to keep himself safe, should something attack him again.
He himself does keep quiet, until he hears a voice calling out in the fog. It's a vaguely recognizable voice, and he frowns for a second, trying to place it before calling back.]
Oi! Whose there?