[It's about the time Descry starts getting snatches of thoughts from across a swell of ocean that he realises someone else is out there.

[By the time the shadow of his sailing boat casts over the man in his raft, Descry is almost wishing he'd left well enough alone and his temples are throbbing like a drum-beat. As much as the Dead Men like to joke that they're all insane, Descry prefers to avoid people who are actually insane. They give him a headache. People who are insane and drunk are even worse.

[Even still, his expression is fairly impassive as he leans on the edge, save for the lines around his eyes which indicate that his head is ringing. He looks up at the sky and the clouds which this man, this Captain Jack Sparrow, is seeing and yet aren't quite there.]

I'd have been more worried about the hippo, personally. She looked like she was about to suffocate.