One thing Will had never lost was his sense of curiosity. His way down the street had been delayed when he had taken it upon himself to investigate a strange, see through box with a device inside with numbers on its face. He held the detachable part in one hand while poking at the buttons with the other, a frown on his face. Suddenly the handheld peice began to make noises and he raised it to his ear to listen to the woman's voice, giving him instructions that made no sense. What madness is this?
But his preoccupation with the device was short lived when he heard the all too familiar voice. Will spun, dropping the device. It swung down and hit the side of the glass box with a loud thud! but he paid it no mind as he stepped out. "Jack?" He squinted, trying to decide if it was indeed Jack Sparrow or if he had lost his mind. Either way, he couldn't be happier to see an old friend. Even if he did seem to be rambling about nonsense.
"What are you talking about?" The confusion returned full force. Rain? Forever night? Hurricanes? No wonder the city seemed to be in a sad state. But the way Jack spoke about him being late, did he know something Will didn't? It didn't seem to matter much at the moment. "It's good to see you again, Jack."