It was a cold night in Tortuga, but no one really felt it. The pirates had just come into port and were making merry in the pub, shouting and singing their sea songs. One pirate in particular was sitting by the bar, making love to his mug of rum. The rum was smeared all over his mustache as it had been every night. He did not have the decency to wipe his face because he savored the feeling of the wet rum on his cheeks and did it matter if he cleaned it up or not. He put a cheek to the cold glass and then looked at it with a lovesick expression.
"Oh rum you never abuse me. You never leave me alone on a cold night or on a deserted island. You never commandeer my ship and leave me filthy poor on a godforsaken island with food and women I can't afford ". The pirate said as he stared at eye level with the liquor before he quaffed it. "More rum?" He demanded as he slammed the mug on the counter.
"There's no more rum Jack" said the bartender.
"No more rum?" Jack said looking shocked and disorientated all at the same time. He raised himself up drunkenly until he was the height of the bartender. His eyes twisted in a mixed look of confusion and anger "Where's the rum?" The bartender stared at Jack who moved unsteadily with the strange look of intimidation on his face. Jack put his fingers up and then pointed to and fro before they were directed at their intended target. "What have you done with the rum?!"
"You've drunk it all Jack. Every last swig of rum is gone. There'll be another shipment tomorrow at the latest" The bartender said cleaning the counter with a rag.
"No more rum" It looked as if Jack didn't know to be sad or angry but both expressions played on his face as he stumbled around and then was seated. "Why is the rum gone?" His head fell on to the counter as he went on lamenting the rum. His vision was blurred, a mixture of darkness and haze. A surge of anger grew within him and he raised himself unsteadily again. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow and I demand the rum!" His voice boomed above the merriment of the lusty women and the rowdy men and they were quieted for a second then laughed. 'I am Captain Jack Sparrow' they said mockingly. They had heard this schpeal before and even though many knew it was true, the title didn't matter much anymore. He was the drunken poor Jack Sparrow now, penniless and decrepit, which is saying something coming from pirates. They knew he was captain of the black pearl long ago but no one quite believed the stories of the bouts with skeletal pirates and the half fish half human crew of Davy Jones. 'It is saying' they said to Jack 'there is no actual Davey Jones'. At moments like that he would lean in and stare at them as seriously as he could,
"If you don't know Davey Jones, then you do not know the sea mate. You may have been on the sea but you don't know the sea. " The men usually just laughed at him and asked him what's the plan now Jack. "The Fountain of Youth!" Sparrow said with zest. The men laughed and left mocking him. Jack was all sprawled out on the counter waiting for the rum to materialize in his mug but no luck. He was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard a woman's voice.
"Hey" She said. Jack raised his head from the counter and looked in her direction. The girl had silver locks that fell to her back and her clothes were red resembling a uniform worn by a captain of a respectable vessel including a captain's hat with crossbones, a little worn from use. Jack looked around and behind him to make sure the girl was addressing him and when she kept staring him down he pointed at himself.
"Yes you" She said with a stern face that made her pretty features severe. She was young but looked like hadn't had a day of fun in her life. "Are you Jack Sparrow?" Jack sat a bit straighter and smoothed out his moustache.
"Captain Jack Sparrow m'lady and who might you…" Before he could finish the statement, the girl unsheathed her cutlass and had it at his neck. Jack yelped and put his hands up.
"Well then today is the day I get my revenge." The girl said smirking has she pushed the blade into Jack's neck.
"There must be some misunderstanding" Jack said smiling and putting his hand out to console her but she pressed the blade further into his neck and he put his hands back up.
"There's no misunderstanding, Captain Sparrow" She spat with vehemence, "I know it was you who killed my mother and father."