"What--" Jack drew back, brow wrinkled dramatically "--is that?"
Elizabeth shifted warm weight of her son to her other shoulder. "I should think that even you would know a baby when you saw one."
"Huh." He leaned forward again, nose-to-nose with Little Will who, Elizabeth was amused to observe, did not seem the least bit frightened by the tanned, whiskered, and (probably) none too savory-smelling visage of the pirate captain. He wrapped a chubby hand around one of Jack's braids and giggled.
Jack grimaced and disentangled himself, then stepped back a few paces for good measure. "He has your manners."