"Jack Sparrow!"
"I haven't seen him in a month!"
"When you find him, will you give him a message?"
I look up from wiping the table and hear a sickening smack from across the room. I see a boyishly handsome young man pressin' his palm to his cheek and two whores, Giselle and Scarlet, storming away from him. Giselle was the one who slapped him, by the looks of it. Now why would he be inquiring about that man, I wonder. I make my way over to him after he sits at a deserted table, keeping a wary eye for Giselle. He looks up cautiously, almost as if he expects me to slap him as well.
"What can I get ye, sir?" he looks bewildered.
"Uhh, rum…Please." A pirate with manners, that's a new one. I fetch his rum, and can't help thinking about why he could possibly be looking for Captain Jack Sparrow. I place his rum in front of him and stand there, debating. He takes a long sip from his tankard.
"Sir, I was wondering, if ye won't think me rude, why are you askin' for Captain Jack? He's not very popular around here, you know." He smirks at that.
"I need something from him to free my fiancée. Would you happen to know his whereabouts, miss?"
"Sorry, no. Never met him myself, though my mother was very close with him." He looks at me with wide eyes.
"Was she now? And you've never met him?"
"No, that was before I was born."
"Pardon my forwardness, but what is a young lady such as yourself doing in a place like this? Hardly seems suitable."
"I was raised near here, and after me mum died I needed a way to support myself, and it was either this, or sell myself. Me Mum always said she'd rather die than see me sell myself, and I don't want to disgrace her memory. And this way I might run into my Father. Never knew him, but mum always told me stories. He's a pirate, and a good man." He takes in my story fully, it's nice to have someone actually listening to me. I haven't had that since mum died.
"My father left my mother and I for piracy as well. Do you at least know your father's name?" I bite my lip.
"…Captain Jack Sparrow."