Sign

He paused prior to entering the tavern, finally pushing through.

A hornpipe played over the noise, lifting his spirits.

He scanned the crowd, searching. There! Over in the corner a line formed. He joined them.

"Make yer mark boy," the salty pirate growled. "We be in need of a cabin boy."

"I'm going to be a captain, sir," He picked up the quill as he spoke.

"Aye, 'at be wot dey all say," Laughter erupted.

He reddened, but did not permit it to affect him. Dipping the quill in the ink, he leaned over the parchment and signed his name.

Hector Barbossa