Not entirely the answer that Jack had expected. His head cants to the side a touch, studying Firo with obvious intrigue. It seemed like people back home would be the least of all their worries, now that they were trapped in this place.

"Ain't like we don't have the time for it, mate." It was probably more whether or not Firo had the inclination to delve further into what sounded like a tender area.

Jack takes another swig from his rum, the taste nicely bitter and strong on his tongue, and then tilts his head back. "That would be Ennis, aye? 'Stuck like that' how, exactly?"