[ Jack doesn't dance much. He doesn't have a lot of time for dancing, being the captain of a ship, trying to get and keep his ship, trying to stay alive while battling dangerous figureheads of the sea itself - Davy Jones and Blackbeard. He's come out on top every time, of course he has, but it doesn't leave a lot of time for fun.
In fact, the last time he danced like this - for fun, without a care in the world, not caring who was around and with no ulterior motives - he had been stranded on a beach with Elizabeth Swann, not entirely sure if they were ever going to be rescued and pretty well drunk. He's reminded of this now, and he grins, nostalgic. ]
Aye, luv, the very same. Best kinda ship there is.
[ After they spin about for the last time, he dips her, low to the ground, before setting her back upright. She asks if he's a member of the Royal Navy and immediately his face contorts into disgust. ]
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In fact, the last time he danced like this - for fun, without a care in the world, not caring who was around and with no ulterior motives - he had been stranded on a beach with Elizabeth Swann, not entirely sure if they were ever going to be rescued and pretty well drunk. He's reminded of this now, and he grins, nostalgic. ]
Aye, luv, the very same. Best kinda ship there is.
[ After they spin about for the last time, he dips her, low to the ground, before setting her back upright. She asks if he's a member of the Royal Navy and immediately his face contorts into disgust. ]
I be offended, luv. I would never stoop so low.