Sparrow had no like for people wearing a smirk on their faces. He found by personal experience that it meant a lie was coming, or had come, or there was a joke somewhere that since he had missed it, he was probably the butt of it. Either way it was not a look he fancied on anybody's face but his own. And if he wasn't mistaken the whole tone was off, he was pretty sure somewhere an insult had been snuck in and he was missing it. More out of frustration than anything else Jack chose to answer Mo by thumping him good on the noggin with the butt of his cutlass. He noted with some amusement that once again Mo was prostrate on the deck floor. Crying out for his first mate Jack took up the heavy burden of Mo's feet, offering hands to the mate and together they carried him over to the side facing to the dry land. Helpfully tying Mo by his feet over the railing so he dangled like a sack of potatoes Jack called for water and poured it down in the direction of Mo's head so as to wake him.
"It's still a good drop mate, down to the ground, even without an ocean to walk you out into. And I'm not fond of the practice but I can definitely assure you, I've misplaced a man or two without many tears shed when the time was needed for it. So be chatty with it... Is there a thing useful you can do other than twist that tongue?"