London 1763

The dark back streets of London were cloaked in mist and reeked of horse dung as the cluttering of hooves went by from late night travellers, though it did little to drown out the rowdiness of the High Lane Inn. young sots with the ebrious faces staggered and swayed, others thrown from the simple Inn by the ensuring chaos of men and woman howling in merriment and high spirits. Women of the night awaiting patiently within a corner to welcome the purse and coin of sailors returned from long at sea and none had noticed the man within the corner. A shadowy man with a deep purple coat and hat covering most of his face, sandy hair tied neatly though the ends of his pony tail tussled with dirt as any other common man. Giving a final survey to the bacchanalian people before shifting towards a room in the back. Filled the deep oaken barrels, candlelight illuminating the room and a lone man sat within a chair, heavy boots upon a table and a bottle of rum, contents swishing, within his hand. His nut brown eyes, heavy with liner widening eccentrically though still coming across as nonchalant.

"Oh, You're 'ere. Cheers." The Non-rhoticity of his speech giving away his accent. He looks towards the bottle before swilling down of the small amount that had remained.

"Jack Sparrow-"

"Captain."

"...Captain Jack Sparrow. Is there any reason in particular as to why you have chosen to meet me here. What is you want?"

"Dear friend, Have you know for any reason that I have called upon you other than the reason to see an old friend?" With a widened grin, Jack rose to his feet and swaggered towards the expressionless man.

"Perhaps non but all the times you have stolen from me."

"Borrowed." Holding a finger up towards the accusation as he swayed.

"Still...if "borrowed", never returned...old friend."

"Oh...Well it is truly remarkable at how thin the line between those two are."

"Why have you come here, Jack? What do you want?"

"Well, if you must. I've been looking for a...map, if you will. Only one of it's kind. A map of legend and myth."

"I know what you speak of."

"An I've 'eard... that you know where it is."

"Aye, I do." Taking a seat along with Jack. "Me and a couple of mates were working on the docks, unloading some cargo from a ship, come from Rome. Came across a leather box, heavy locks, looked to good to for common things. Had to be carrying something valuable. I got curious so I took it home and broke the locks. Map of legend, leading to a greatest treasure ever known." The man pulled out a rolled aged paper from his coat and placed it, unravelled upon the table. Jack eyes eagerly eyed the map then to the man before returning back towards the map.

"And, truly what is the treasure the map leads to?" Jack's fingers edge along the table towards the map but freeze due to the flat edge of the blade of a dagger tapping the back of his hand and with a childish frown withdrew his hand.

"A time keeper."

"Is that it."

"It wouldn't be a map of legend and myth if that was it. It has been told it has the power to do something. something special, something extraordinary, specifically what? I truly don't know but something great." There was a moments pause before Jack hand snatched the map from the table and swiftly both men were on their feet, Jack's hand brandishing a sword and the man blocking his way from the door, dagger held towards him. "Still to your old ways as ever."

"I don't believe I gave you the misconception that I've changed...I 'aven't." Jack stuck with his sword and the men duelled. The scrapes and clashes of the sword and dagger filled the room before Jack's heavy boot struck a barrel as it tumbled towards the man, beer and ale spilling and flooding upon the stone, dirt and hay covered floor. Though he paid no attention and relished within the duel of him and his "old friend", Jack and the man's boots soaked with the spilled spirits flowing from the cracked barrel. The man moved from the path of a swipe by jack's hanger, knocking down a torch light that struck the floor, touching the ale that had spilled and ignited the majority and the flames began to spread upon the wooden mast. The attention of the men was caught and Jack's particular expression of "oh dear". Make a swift step towards the door to the back, the man attempted to follow however flames blocked his path. Met with a simple head nod and a salute to match he disappeared. Outside, Joshamee Gibbs stood awaiting in an unsure and nervous demeanour. Stepping forward swiftly as Jack swaggered casually from the Inn. People making swift work of the flames the grew within the back room, Gibbs watching shortly before turning back and continuing to walk on beside Jack. People began running back and forth, clutching wooden pales of water.

"Are you sure that was entirely necessary, Jack?" Gibbs murmured as he was aware of others around.

"I regret nothing..." Jack's statement, though simple. Joshamee knew about Jack that was true.