At worlds End
"How do we know this is real?" she asked. It was a reasonable enough question.
"Of course, there's no rum in this place!" he said as if he hadn't heard her.
"Jack? I asked a question," she was growing impatient now. That was twice he'd mentioned rum.
"It's captain. Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Right, so?"
"Listen. It seems plenty real to me. And it's high likely that we won't be getting out any time soon. This be the land of the dead, or I'm no pirate. So ye'd best be getting used to the idea, savvy?"
She frowned. "So if you're dead, then that means that I really am?"
His eyes widened like he thought she was joking. "You're a bright spark then!"
Buffy sighed. "Why do the weird and wacky follow me everywhere?"
He actually laughed. "That I don't know. Last thing I remember, I'm advancing on the kraken, thinking things couldn't be worse. "
"I didn't understand a word you just said. I don't remember how I got here either though. There was a tower, I was fighting a god and saving my sister. I don't care what you think captain. I'm not staying here. So since we're stuck together, we'd better help each other, what do you think?"
"I don't think you can return to the living, as much as I'd like," he told her. But he knew there was no arguing with her, there was a determination in her eyes that was so much like his own.
Buffy shrugged. "My friends will find a way. Until then it's up to me. I'm not a slayer for no reason. So are you in?"
"Are you going to be telling me what exactly a slayer is?"
"You'll find out."