"Oh, there's certainly swordfighting--not to mention cannon and pistols. I assure you, I wouldn't put up with the chicken shit for anything less." He straightens and pats the sword on his hip, his lips curving into a cocky, roguish smirk. "Your counterpart blew up an enemy ship a few months back with the help of a few of my crew. He and I had to fight our way through a whole complement of constables to escape, dodging rifle fire every step of the way."