[Don't think Hector himself hasn't considered if he's in the Locker or not. Seeing Jack here is just another head-scratcher in a series of them, but no. He's come to the conclusion this isn't, Davy Jones being present or not. It's not their Davy Jones, by some odd coincidence. Far too bony without any tentacle in sight.
But he knows exactly where Jack's line of thinking is going, and his own brow creases in a deep frown, before he rolls his eyes. And he points, in the direction of the docks, where nary a black sail is to be found.]
Do it look like I have my ship, then? If so, where, because I nary see sail nor rudder of her. The Pearl's not here, Jack, wherever here happens to be. For that matter, you shouldn't be here, either, considering you be dead.
[Completely ignoring the fact, of course, that the last time they'd spoken, Hector had ended up dead himself.
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But he knows exactly where Jack's line of thinking is going, and his own brow creases in a deep frown, before he rolls his eyes. And he points, in the direction of the docks, where nary a black sail is to be found.]
Do it look like I have my ship, then? If so, where, because I nary see sail nor rudder of her. The Pearl's not here, Jack, wherever here happens to be. For that matter, you shouldn't be here, either, considering you be dead.
[Completely ignoring the fact, of course, that the last time they'd spoken, Hector had ended up dead himself.
He got better.]