"Well, my middle name is Anne... that would be a nice name if we ever had a girl... and your mother's first name was Mary..."
"Elizabeth, you are not even with child yet, why are you wanting to discuss this so much now?" Will was exasperated. He was standing next to Jack at the helm on this fine morning... enjoying the day, up until now. Jack smiled and stifled a snicker.
Elizabeth looked up from her task of varnishing the rail, and went on, undaunted, "To be prepared, dear husband Will! Jack... what is your given name?"
Jack looked startled; this time Will tried not to laugh.
"Ye will be namin' no whelps after me, you two! Use yer bountiful imaginations an' come up wif somethin' original... like Davy, or Hector, or Norrington or somethin'.."
Elizabeth insisted. "Jack is a nickname, is it not?" Will shook his head and sighed, looking at Jack.
Jack rolled his eyes, "If you insist... NO.. it is not me nickname, it's me name..J-A-C-K..." he went on with a devilish twinkle in his dark eyes. "...but 'Jack' is me middle name..." he tilted his head slightly.
Elizabeth turned with interest, brush in hand, "Really? What's your first name?"
Jack looked her straight in the eye and grinned, "Me first name is...Captain!"
Jack and Will ducked just in time to see the brush hurl by their heads and over the opposite railing...
"...Ye owe me a brush..." Jack grumbled.