The pirate opens the rum bottle, and chuckles before taking a hearty gulp from it. He's known men that thought women were somehow lesser solely because of the mere fact that they were women. It reminded him, briefly, of his stint under Bainbridge, the man nearly roaring in drunken outrage that a woman pirate captain was the one that was taking their cargo.

The man had been ready to lay down his arms and surrender peacefully before learning that little bit, and it'd ultimately cost him his life.

"That'd be foolish of them to think to be certain. But you'll put them in line, I've trust in it." He lifts his bottle towards her, almost in a salute, that grin of his spreading. "Evenin', luv."

And nope, Norrington, the missing title didn't escape him. He quickly lifts a finger at the man and his attention slips over to him. "Captain Sparrow, if you would, please." Even knowing that Norrington was most likely doing it to provoke him, and ignoring the jab about responsibility, Jack insists anyways. He gestures at the wine bottle that Norrington is chugging. "I see you've a headstart on us both, drowning yourself in alcohol like that."