Jack tilted the Interceptor's wheel. He could feel young Turner's suspicious gimlet eyes boring into his back, but he didn't look round. "That's no way to address the man in command of your ship."
"What?" Still more suspiciously.
Then Jack did turn around. "It's Captain Sparrow. I'm in charge of this here vessel, so you call me captain, savvy? Captain. Say it."
The boy's mouth went through some fascinating contortions, but he couldn't bring himself to pronounce the word. Couldn't bear to dignify a pirate with the title. Interesting. If only he knew what William Turner senior would have made of that.
"Try 'Jack'," he suggested, to his own surprise. He had meant to insist on his titular rights.
The lad nodded. "Jack. Right."
He did look like his father. When he spoke Jack's name he sounded like him too. It was good to have a Turner around again. Jack hoped he would come through this adventure unharmed.