Don't worry, Will would say, I'm an experienced blacksmith.

Of course, then one of the arms catches wrong and there's a snap and it springs up to hit Will in the face, so it's lucky he didn't say anything out loud.

He looks from Beckett to Jones to Beckett again, hestitant at a question he hadn't quite worked out.

(Think like me. It'll come to you.)

With a jerk of his wrist, he flicks up and catches Jack's compass, dangling it by his face.

All things considered, this has gone just as he rehearsed it.

"What is it you want most?"