Jack made a small noise of protest at being tossed on the ground, hitting the sidewalk with an 'oof.' He flashed an 'I'm okay!' smile at anyone stil watching, but stayed put on the cool cement. He wasn't sure how to go about answer Davy. Did he not remember dying or was he from another time, like Lizzie? As he didn't answer the 'being dead' question, it made it all the more confusing. "Right, err, see he stabbed your heart to keep from dying, thus...making him captain. It freed your crew, of course...as I'm...sure you would know. So happy endings all around! Except yours, I suppose. Though, you could look at it this way; you were, in a sense, reunited with your bonnie lass!" Jack tilted his head to the left, asking, "Are you from a time before you died, because this wouldn't be the first time and really I just need to know where we stand on the whole time line issue."
The pirate stood with the elegance that was Jack Sparrow, arms hanging about in mid air as his brows shot high into his red bandannaed forehead. Jack really had no way of getting out of his promise this time and for reasons he couldn't begin to understand...he wasn't sure he wanted to. Davy was a connection to home, remember. "And how exactly do I find a person who's still in the seventeenth century, mate?"
(( Yeah, that whole 'you're mine!' thing sounded a little too hot, so thanks for that. LoL And I have plot for Davy Jones, should I e-mail it to you? ))