Jack is never one to do the wise thing, and he's never met a story he didn't like, so the temptation to poke and prod the sordid tale out of young Will is nigh impossible to resist, but his goal for the night also involves the achievement of intoxication, and Jack knows how to wait.

These days, the rumours speak of Jack out-waiting Old Roger himself, and Jack thinks it's all bloody marvelous. The rum will loosen the lad's tongue, and Jack will get his prize before the night is out, or his name isn't Captain Jack Sparrow. (Strictly speaking, it isn't, but Jack fully intends for his given name to be lost in the annals of time, if by 'lost' one means 'all traces erased and utterly destroyed, never ever to be seen again by eyes human or otherwise, and perhaps stomped on with a sturdy boot for good measure.')