There were times in Jack Sparrow's life when words were inadequate: when he couldn't talk himself out of trouble; when the words he thought of didn't quite match his thoughts or emotions.
Now was one of those times.
Faced with foes of old and new, Jack Sparrow's witty vocabulary had failed him.
Seeing his dead/undead mutinous first mate alive and well and once again sailing Jack's ship erupted an anger in Jack that, no matter how extensive his knowledge of the English language – and others – was, it was too profound to verbalise.
But he would try.