He stepped on board the ship and as soon as his feet hit the deck, Jack performed an impromptu little gig. Laughing despite the thirst in his throat, he patted himself to make sure he hadn't lost anything important. As long as the map and the compass were with him, he'd be fine now.
"Blessings upon you, Captain Turner," he said with a flourish of his hand and a little bow. "I'm not saying I feel ungrateful but your timing was almost perfect -- except that you could have chanced along possibly a wee bit earlier.... But if you have something for me to drink, all could be perfect."
This spoken while he stood there, dripping wet onto the deck.