Turk was stunned and frozen, if only for a moment. Then a Barbary pirate-galley, driven downwards by a gout of water/rat slurry, exploded on the floor nearby. Some of the water, and some of the rats, poured down on Turk's neck – and then he detonated. He tried to rear up and was held down by the satyr's bloody but steadfast clutch, so he bucked – fortunately Jack saw this coming – and then kicked out with both hind-legs. Anyone behind him would've been decapitated, but the center of the ballroom had been mostly given over to rats now. A few more of those bucks and Jack would be flung off. He needed to let Turk run. But Churchill was now trying to get round the satyr to lay a second hand on Turk's bridle. 'This is the worst fucking party I've ever been to!' Jack said, whirling his sword-arm around like a windmill.