"Jack?"
"William!" Jack swaggered over to him. "Still Captain of the Dutchman I see. Bill, nice to see you, but where is my charming murderess?" Jack looked around at the crowd on deck.
"On the other side, Jack. She elected to pass on." Jack stopped swaying and held his hat to his chest as he looked at Will.
"My condolences." Will smiled.
"No need for them Jack. As Captain of the Dutchman I see the other side often. She's happy looking after our family there while I look after them here." At that, Jack's eyes widened then settled into a smirk. He shoved his hat back on his head and swung to look at the crowd again.
"So who's yours then?"
"Not just mine, Jack. Yours too." Jack's eyes shot wide again and he swung around as the Black descendants stepped forwards.
"Welcome to Black Point, Captain Jack Sparrow Black." Harry said. Jack swung back round. "After introductions, would you care to tell us how you are still alive after more than two centuries? The real tale, if you would," he added, before Jack could get any ideas, "no sea turtles."
Jack leant back into Will and stage-whispered, "He's yours isn't he." It was Will's turn to smirk.
"No Jack. He's ours."
"Bugger.