"Perhaps you are right, mate. But rum and women make life easier to deal with." That was perhaps the closest thing to serious that Jack felt like getting tonight, and he drained the remainder of rum from his glass.
"They remind me of home..." Though where home was for Jack was hard to say. The Caribbean, definitely. But was it Tortuga, or was it his ship? It was definitely hard to say. But before Jack could put any thought into it, Logan poured Jack another drink.
Then Logan did something that Jack would have never thought possible. His eyes widened slightly as Logan produced one of his claws, and he stared openly as Logan opened the next bottle of rum.