He brought rum.

He stopped to get rum.

"Jack! Is she still healthy? Are they both still healthy? Is it supposed to be this quick? Why did you bring rum?"

Will leans over the prow of the boat again, tilting himself towards Jack like it will make the process in the bar quicker or safer. The leaning is so great that at one point his hands slip and he tumbles forward, grabbing flailing wildly in his attempt to stay board.