No Rum!
"Okay! Let's get moving! Oi, oi, oi! Shoo! Savannah? Come with me, I want to talk." He gestured for her to go into his quarters. Jack sat and grabbed the nearest rum bottle, not realizing that they were still in Davy Jones' Locker. He went to take a sip, "Oi! Why is the rum always gone?" Jack started looking around for more rum.. "Papa! Ha, we're still in Davy Jones' Locker! There's nothing to eat or drink, including rum!" She snickered.
Then a whole bunch of laughs and clattering came from outside the door.
"Uh-oh, she's gonna find out too soon! Hmm, I have to try and stall her!" Jack thought to himself. Jack started humming Yo Ho Yo Ho A Pirate's Life For Me to help him think.
"Uhm, papa? Want em to go check on that? It didn't sound too good." She kept looking out the window.
"No, no, I want to talk to you for once without you or me having to check on the crew. Besides I have something for you. Jack took out a medium-sized red velvet box from inside his desk. He handed it to Savannah.
"This is for you, luv. I hope you like it, it's from me." He also took out a few other boxes, including a really bug satin wrapped package.
"Is this all for me? What did someone die??"