"Rum.," he explained unneccessarely, lifting the bottle up to Gibbs who had just walked into the tavern to find Jack sitting alone in a dark corner. Well, not all alone, his best friend, the rum with him of course. "Surprise, surprise.," was the ironic answer. Jack, who had just lifted the mug to his lips again frowned and turned his head to look up at Gibbs. That hadn't been his voice. It sounded more like. "Holy Mary!" Jack jumped up, stumbled backwards and fell over the chair, spilling the rum all over his clothes. A plethora of curses left the drunken man on the floor before he looked up at Gibbs again: "First me's 'aunted by ghoshts an' than all tha' fine ru." Jack mutened, mouth open, eyes big, and Will couldn't help but laugh while quickly stepping over to reach out a helping hand for Jack: "No ghosts, Captain Sparrow. Just a simple blacksmith asking to join your crew." Jack hesitated only a split second before grabbing Will's wrist with firm grip and being pulled back onto his feet. "Get me mo' rum! Drinks all around!" Jack shouted with a rough pat on Will's shoulder and the signature roguish smirk settled back on his lips, "Who wants te be a pirate 'as te drink like one, lad, savvy?"

Jack nodded slowly: "Talked 'er out o' marryin' a blacksmith, 'er father did, eh?" Will didn't answer but gulped his rum. "Drink up, me 'earty, yo ho," Jack mumbled winking and refilled the younger man's glass. "So ye thought ye'd come an' ask good ol' Cap'n Sparrow te take ye out te pillage an' plunder? So t'was right, the pirate's in yer blood."