[The first words are muffled. A drunken slur, words blurring together. It takes awhile for any incoherence to form. Several tries later, after a few murmurings of 'kraken' and 'mutiny', Jack's groggy voice speaks]
It would seem this still, much to my greatest of displeasures, is not a dream. But! I will say it is a much better dream than those I've been having! Ah. ...Not-dream, that is.
[there's a slosh of liquid, and Jack 'hmmms' to himself, then makes a disgusted sound]