Jack gave another beaming smile at the Doctor's summation. He liked that, a native. He liked that it sounded just a little ridiculous too, even though it was the only place such a statement (in many ways) could ever be true.

He took a step over, watching the Doctor for a moment or two longer than entirely necessary, and he turned his head out towards the sea, squinting slightly in the sun.

"Yeah," he said slowly, looking out and trying to gauge the distance. "Well. Guess there's only one way we'll find out, right?"

He glanced back to him, and offered out the box. "But first, eat. Won't do any good diving down there on an empty stomach. I got some rolls. You'll like them."

And at that, Jack sat himself down on the cliffs edge, his legs hanging over the precarious edge.