Good lad. As a general rule it's the rum's fault. [This last is all sort of slurred together--good luck figuring out what he's saying.]

Now I believe you'll want to work on this raft; pay good heed to the spinny problem.

[Jack tips his hat to the lad and steps onto dry land, and promptly falls down. It doesn't matter much, because he falls asleep almost immediately. But at least he has relinquished the raft without too much trouble.]