Will does like his leather waistcoat, but he's beginning to suspect its not the wisest choice of clothes for a lifestyle that involves a lot of falling into water.

The water soaking his trousers evaporates quickly in the heat, leaving them sodden with salt as he staggers up in time to here Barbossa's snide confidence.

"but does it matter?" He demands, still angry at the sudden tumble. "We're trapped here by your doing, no different than Jack."