flick of the wrist

full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane

On the contrary - it's pretty easy for Jack to tell, which is probably one of the only reasons he's not snapping his fingers obnoxiously in front of her face to get her to pay attention. "Cloud manta," he repeats, pointing off in the distance, just where the waves are lapping against the soft sand. There, Aurelia will be able to see shapes not unlike manta ray (if she's ever seen one) diving and soaring through air and water both. The sunlight glistens off the green patches on their backs, and the largest few boast beautiful crystals which shimmer in the centre of their would-be foreheads.

"We wear them against our throats," Jack corrects, slanting a smirk in her direction. "But yeah, that's pretty much the plan. Only gonna get the ones with jewels, else it's pointless." He hops over a few pebbles, right about the time Aurelia is scrutinising his toes. The captain follows her gaze down, then slowly back up, his expression suggesting that she's the one being a little weird.

"We're out here to hunt flyin' plants that'll let us breathe underwater, an' that's what's interestin' to you," he drawls. "You're gonna need to get some hobbies, love."

So saying, he thrusts a spear and a net in her direction. "Throw net, stab the thing. Ain't hard."