We're oil and water, darling. If he is a mime, then I am the spoken word. We simply do not mix.

[Things are far more complicated than that, though; Jack just isn't willing to articulate it. Then he tastes the fruit.]

I failed him during the draft, when he was my captain. Disappointed him. Nearly lost my life. An' in the end, neither of us can trust the other truly. I just want to be sure he doesn't do anything stupid.