He's been frightened before, but never, never -- not until Bill presses his hand, and the black spot appears -- has he been actively, thoroughly terrified.
He knows Gibbs is worried. Perhaps even frightened by his behavior. No! No! Leave it!...Run!
In the name of Mother and Child, Jack, what's after us?
...Nothing.
Because that isn't an obvious lie.
He's always been a good liar. One of the best. A scallawag, a pirate, a liar, a lady's man.
But none of that matters. Not now.
I already told you, Jack. It comes now. Drawn with ravenous hunger for the man who bears the black spot.
It comes now.
End