The first quip receives a half-lidded eye roll from Jack, but not much more beyond that. He's not freshly revived from death, not like the last time they'd met, and so the jabs that Jason makes needle him much less than they had before. Instead, he busies himself with clicking his tongue and trying to draw Crackers away from his perch without startling the bird further into the Suite.

His brow furrows, however, as Jason explains the reason for the monkey's presence. The expression on his face isn't mocking -- he's genuinely bewildered. "Really? With that? A monkey?" In his experience, Barbossa's lovely little Capuchin had been a wild, wriggling, screeching plague on the ship and his life.

"Blimey, how in the world is that supposed to help -- OI bugger!" He yelps as Jacques jumps at him, instinctively clutching the flask to his chest. The parrot, in the meanwhile, had disappeared from the couch in a violent flurry of flapping and squawking. He lands on a table across the room, scrabbling to get a good footing atop it, and echoes the pirate's cursing without missing a beat: "Bugger! Bugger!"