I dare you to kiss Salazar.
Eyes a-twinkling, the young first mate of the Fair Wind danced around his captor's cabin, admiring its design and the neatness in which it was kept. He babbled excitedly, forcing himself to enunciate and mask his true dialect. Sometimes he even spoke in Spanish, though that made it harder for him to pretend.
"One day I'm going to have my own ship and I'll paint her myself. She'll be as beautiful as this. Maybe more."
Jack breezed closer, whirling about.
"And when I do, I can be all the more thankful that I'm still alive today because of a merciful Spanish escort 'pon our lowly English vessel."
The ice had already been broken a little between them the past couple of days, which was why Sparrow was able to brave the swiftest of pecks upon Armando's cheek before dancing away again.
"Muchas gracias!"
@capitansalazar