Jack nods in understanding. His own death experience was somewhat similar, except he knew exactly where he was. Davy Jones' Locker. Bright white sand, as far as the eye can see. No wind, no clouds, no food, no drink. Just a lot of nothing.

"At least you came back, aye? Better than what most people can say." He pauses, considering this before he waves his hand. "Not here, I s'ppose, but. Elsewhere."