'You men are only seeing the turbans and jewels and polished weapons of the Janissaries!' Jack hollered. 'I can see the slaves pulling the oars now – she's a coffin packed with half-dead wretches. Did you hear those snapping noises before? ‘Twas not gunfire – 'twas the long bullwhips of the slave-drivers! I see a hundred men with fresh stripes torn from their backs, slumped over their oars. We'll all be slaves in half an hour's time – unless we show the agha that we know how to fight, and deserve to be Janissaries instead!'