"Come on Jack!"

Jack made a face. "No."

"You're a pirate! There's got to be a story!"

"There's not. Go tend to the rigging or something."

I made a face. "I've just told you everything about my life, and you just say," I struck a pose, "'Is that so?'" Jack stared out at the sea, and then tilted his head down towards me. "Yes. I did." He stepped away from the wheel and swaggered a few steps towards me. "Does there need to be a story?" I folded my arms across my chest. "There should be!"

Jack leaned against the railing of the ship. "Well, there's not. And if there was, it wouldn't be a very good one, mate." He eyed me for a minute, waving his hands about awkwardly to get his point across. He didn't want to talk about it.

I set my jaw. I was going to get that story out of him, if it was the last thing I did.