Jack looked upwards at the night sky, his hands moving along as he talked, "By your ship do y'mean the Flying Dutchman, because last I saw her, she was being captained by the young Mister Turner, as..." It was then that the whole Davy Jones being dead thing surfaced in his thoughts and Jack narrowed his eyes at the cursed man, lips pursing together. "Shouldn't you be dead?" Blunt, straight to the point.
"Liz-err, Elizabeth Swann. That's it, s'far as I know." Jack's tone took a sad turn, though he tried to hide his disappointment. Truth be told, Jack was secretly glad to have Davy around too, if only for one more link to home. Hell, he would be glad if Norrie or Will were here as well. "Seems none of the odd inhabitants know how they arrived, though, and so many come from the strangest places, like this boy who's totally enthralled by me, Arthur? he's from space! As in," and he pointed with both arms high in the air at the stars, "up there!! And there are nasty beasties all about, I swear it's Tia Dalma's workings, but I can't find her anywhere." Jack kept a close watch on Jones' face when he mentioned his would-be bonnie lass, curious if he knew anything about her whereabouts.