(( No prob, RL first, hon. ))
Jack immediately wished he had been more careful, for had he been looking, he'd have seen Davy Jones and ran. Ran very far and very fast. Instead, he was stuck near his tentacly-face and fishy breath, cringing and rigid in the pirate's hold. "Davy! Fancy finding you here, have you been in LA long? Lovely city, eh?" Yes, Jack was all about distracting and biding time. In hopes of prolonging this conversation for as long as possible, Jack offered an explaination as best he could. "Well, see...they call it the City of Angels as a sort of pet name, or something, and it is apparently located in a state called California in a place called North America. I haven't the slightest clue how I arrived, nor does anyone else it seems, which is really unhelpful, if you ask me, and rather annoying." And as it was Jack's ship, he deemed the last question worthy of not hearing, and thus, not answering. But he did flash a pretty, shiny smile.