"Funny thing about things we used to have.." Logan raised his glass and took another unceremonious swallow as he eyeballed Jack. The man seemed to enjoy his rum as much as anyone he'd ever seen, and that was saying something. "..when we don't have them, they don't apply. I'll take it your holding onto the title of Captain means you intend to get it back?" It was another rhetorical question, and this time Logan answered it. "Good for you. A ship's not something a man should lose."
Logan pushed up from the table without so much as a word, and walked over to the bar. If magic portals weren't the strangest thing that had happened to the displaced Captain, which was a perfectly reasonable concept for a man as old as Logan, they were going to need more rum, a lot more rum. They hadn't given him much money, but Logan figured that he was likely going to need friends here and this Jack character? Well, he seemed as good a place to start as any, and Logan figured his loyalties wouldn't be too hard to sway.
He sat back down, a fresh bottle in hand, and set it down between them. "I figure a man who can say this isn't the strangest day of his life shouldn't have to worry about running out of rum. Don't suppose that buys me one of your stranger stories, does it?"
It wasn't even that Logan particularly cared what they were, as it was no less feasible that the guy was a drunk and out of work actor then it was to accept the magic portals theory of travel. It was just that kind of day, and Logan would be happy to have a benchmark he could work with to make it go down a little smoother.