How dare Jack Sparrow. Hector Barbossa? Lazy? Never. Why, he's willing to bet he could run circles around Jack and nary break a sweat, despite being here in Wonderland for longer. He hasn't been idle, after all.
And he's still stronger, and he knows it. And he guarantees Jack very well remembers that face, especially as he firms his grip on the bottle, the fingers of one hand hooking around just so in the attempt to gouge Jack with his nails.
They aren't just there due to superstition, after all.
But doing that, he digs his own heels in and tugs back, gritting his teeth. He's not playing this game with Jack - no, he is not - because he's not going to give Jack the satisfaction of waving something under his nose and gloating about it. And if Jack thinks that is how it's going to go, he is wrong.
"Stop being." And he only tugs harder. "A great dribbly baby and let go!"
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And he's still stronger, and he knows it. And he guarantees Jack very well remembers that face, especially as he firms his grip on the bottle, the fingers of one hand hooking around just so in the attempt to gouge Jack with his nails.
They aren't just there due to superstition, after all.
But doing that, he digs his own heels in and tugs back, gritting his teeth. He's not playing this game with Jack - no, he is not - because he's not going to give Jack the satisfaction of waving something under his nose and gloating about it. And if Jack thinks that is how it's going to go, he is wrong.
"Stop being." And he only tugs harder. "A great dribbly baby and let go!"