Jack almost pouted in an unamused way, stopping himself from rolling his eyes at Davy Jones. Intervening as much as he would could, Jack stepped forward and set a hand lightly in Davy's shoulder, the other pointing at his aggressive hold on Elizabeth. "Now how would her answer be any different from mine, mate? I told you where your pretty ship was. Now, I'm sure we can discuss the pressing issue of Mr. Turner's whereabouts in a hostile manner, yes?" Jack raised one hopeful brow, flashing his oh-so-charming smile. At one point, he had shot Lizzie a look as if to silence her from saying anything stupid and harmful.