There was a moment in which neither Hal nor Jack made any comment. One, determining whether or not to dip his shoulder and shuck a tired captain to the floor – and the other calculating whether or not this was a sign Flint was unwell, or if his opinion was so devastatingly abysmal he didn’t feel the need for appearances around one Jack Rackham and felt this a perfectly appropriate end to their business. 

In the end, they both appeared to reach a neutral conclusion understood only by the look of exasperation on Hal’s features and the immediate dawning of understanding on Jack’s. With a shared sigh that seemed to say captains, the two quartermasters returned to their discussion as if nothing was out of the ordinary.