"So off the American then?"

"Yeah mate, as soon as I attend to some um…business." Jack glanced towards the back stairs at a few hookers in the doorway.

Bill laughed

"Want to come?" Jack asked.

"No thanks, I'll go next door to my room. I need to think right now."

Jack nodded and started to walk away but Bill caught him.

"Jack.." he got closer "Does he know I'm a pirate?"

He smiled. "Already come to terms with it. Oh, by the way, in the mornin' when we meet at the ship I've got some of the goods for you."

"Goods?"

"C'mon man – the treasure!" He said in a loud whisper. "You didn't think we gave it all to the redcoats, did you?" Jack paused. "And besides, I thought you could be the one to give the boy his share."

Bill grinned. "Right, well you'd better get to your business."

"Oh! Good thinking…"

Jack turned towards the girls waiting for him standing against the wall, he smiled at them and gave a little wave. Just then Annamaria turned the corner and caught Jack, he spun around and put an arm around her shoulder. "There you are love, I've been looking all over for you." He said with a dashing smile.

"Oh really?"

"Really, now what you say to goin' up stairs and havin' a bit of fun to ourselves?"

As they walked they passed the ladies in the doorway and Jack gave them a one word out of you and that's the end of it look.

Bill watched and shook his head with a laugh. Then made his way through the staggering drunks and clouds of smoke that seem to be the quintessential Tortuga.

A man at the bar where Jack and Bill were just standing, turned around in his chair. He looked around to see if they were out of sight. The man was of fairly short stature – not an inch over 5'6". His black hair was thinning and sprinkled with gray, but his toothless grin made him look much older. He was a thin man – but no doubt fit from the days at sea. His nose was long and pointed – giving his face a daunting appearance.

He scoffed at the two the men's ignorance, not knowing he had heard every word of their detailed conversation.

"Treasure he says…and more to spare." He spoke to himself in a wined voice. "Well I'm sure they'll have plenty to spare once I get a hold of his little runt of a son."

The bartender slammed another mug of beer in front of the man.

"Another one Skully?"

"No no, I need to be getting back. A busy day is ahead."

With that the man laid his two shillings down on the counter and weaseled his way out the door.

Skully left early the next morning before the sun rose and before Jack and Bill awoke. He had a pretty good idea where the Turners lived from the discussion the night before. It took him two days to reach the Carolinas shore. He docked his small ship and headed into town. He remembered Jack mentioning Will was a blacksmith so he stopped be the first forge he saw.

Nathan was inside – working away when he head the doors open.

"Uh…hello. What can I do for you?" he asked as he studied the grungy man.

"Just looking for someone." Skully replied apprehensively. He too was studying the young man…was he Bill's son? "A man by the name of Turner."

"Oh yes, Will, he's my friend actually. Not to sound presumptuous but why are you eager to find him?" Nathan asked stepping closer. It didn't surprise him that a man of his appearance was searching for Will. The characters he appeared with the first day they arrived were dressed and spoke much like this man.

"Just old friends." Skully replied coolly.

"Alright, well do you want a ride to his home this afternoon? He lives next door to me."

The older man's face lit up – undetectable to Nate. "Really? … no – that's fine. I was planning on staying in town a few days before seeing him anyway."

"Oh I see… well I'll tell him you're in town then." Nate said before turning back to his work.

"NO! I mean…" Skully started more calmly. "I want to surprise him."

"Alright, if theres nothing more I can do for you then…"

"Yes, my apologies sir. I'll let you get back to work." He said before slipping back out the door.

"Good day." Nate called.

That afternoon Skully followed Nate home. He remembered this way there then headed back down the road tot the local tavern. As a stroke of fate, Bill and Jack had just gotten a room in the same place a couple hours before.

"Hey mate, I'm goin' downstairs for a drink. Want to join me?" Jack asked as he popped his head in Bootstraps door.

"No thanks, I'm turning in for the night."

"Alright, suit yourself." Jack closed the door and went down the stairs. First he walked outside for a breath of fresh air. The tavern was next to the docks and Skully staggered off his ship towards Jack.

"Arr get out of me way!" Skully spat in a drunken slur.

Jack pushed him back off of him and inside the tavern. He stumbled and fell against a table. Skully turned and gave Jack a dirty look as he flipped him off and made his way to the bar.

Jack scoffed at him then turned his attention towards the man's ship.

"Hmm…" He thought. "I wonder what that little half pint might have to my liking…" He smiled then put it to the back of his mind. He thought he'd check out his stash before Bill and him left in the morning.

Just hours after the sun rose, Skully was on his way towards the Turner house. He had a plan, and hoped that all went well in his favor….treasure was the only thing on his mind.