Jack was fairly certain that books were not meant for tossing about, but who was he to speak on mannerism of this time period?
"We thought we had a ghost once, on my first ship, The Barnacle. Weird things were occurring and scaring the crew, things going missing and noises beyond the usual creaking ship. We never did find out what exactly was causing the mysteriousness, but it did stop eventually. Maybe he got bored or moved on. Maybe Davy Jones finally ferried him."
Jack declined the cigarette offer, unsure of what lay wrapped inside and not wanting to find out. He did pull out his flask of rum though, taking the first swig of course, and then offering the drink to Bender. "Caribbean, mate. Around the seventeenth century. I own the fastest ship on the seas...The Black Pearl," he all but swooned, looking out in thought about his precious ship. Breaking his nostalgia, Jack looked over at Bender and returned the question. "And what about you? Your manner of dress indicates you're rather...recent. If that makes any sense at'all."