Remorse During the skirmish not a single musket had been discharged.

The first snatched by Jarl had missed fire, and ere he could seize another, it was close quarters with him, and no gestures to spare.
His harpoon was his all.

And truly, there is nothing like steel in a fray.

It comes and it goes with a will, and is never a-weary.

Your sword is your life, and that of your foe; to keep or to take as it happens.