A/N: Sorry about the shortness of the chapters, 8&9 were all supposed to be in one. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own PotC.

If you remember correctly, Henry's just claimed Jack is dead and the Pearl no longer is in his care

ANTINA

(pursing her lips in thought)

Well, then, whose is it now?

HENRY

Well, few years back, there was a mutiny—that's how these things go on, you know—and the Pearl's been naught but legend ever since.

ANTINA

Clear up "few" for me?

HENRY

Us few.

ANTINA

Ten or so, then?

HENRY

Probably. Perhaps more than that…

Antina, moving back towards the counter, begins looking about the cluttered shop. She picks up what looks to be a ruby encrusted pair of scissors.

ANTINA

But who perpetrates said legend?

(shaking her head and muttering to herself)

I sound like Jack…

HENRY

Well, last I checked, folks were sayin' something about a "learned pirate."

Let it be noted that not only is this said with much reverence on Henry's part, he makes two syllables of it, learn-ed.

ANTINA

(turning her head incredulously)

Learned?

Not bloodthirsty or deadly, but learned?

Henry says nothing, just messes about on his counter and shoots Antina a withering look.

ANTINA

(turning back)

Got any more surprises for me?

HENRY

(thinking)

Well, if you want suspicious pirate lore, best to hear it from pirates, instead of an old sea dog like myself…get yourself kidnapped…

ANTINA

(looking up in revelation)

Yes. I will, that's perfect, I just have to do it fast.

HENRY

(a bit surprised)

Well, bless me, I hear there's a few that've blown in.

(gesturing his chin out the window)

Yonder there.

Antina peers out a window plastered with ancient papers, peeling a spot large enough for her face.

Bickering and shoving one another, Murtogg and Mullroy, newly christened pirates, stick out a mile in the increasingly crowded narrow streets.

ANTINA

(clucking)

They's lettin' anyone become a pirate nowadays.

HENRY

I'm sure you'll drag some use outta this, here, then.

In his ancient hands, he holds a wanted poster, decently old in its own right, with a hastily drawn yet accurate sketch of Antina. The poster reads, very simply, WANTED: CRIMES AGAINST THE CROWN AND TREASONOUS BEHAVIOR. 8,000 GUIENEAS REWARD.

ANTINA

(expectantly, to Henry)

Eight thousand? That's quite a lot, innit?

HENRY

(rather dismissive)

Seen more.

He hands the poster to Antina, who looks at it more critically now, comparing the drawn face to her reflection in the scissors.

ANTINA

(placing the scissors back onto the crowded counter)

Suppose I'll be goin'.

HENRY

Me son died about a week ago.

Though apologetic and sympathetic, Antina doesn't look surprised at all. She clutches the paper tighter and while she looks at Henry, his eyes are determinedly fixed upon the scissors she's just put down.

ANTINA

I'm sorry.

HENRY

He froze to death.

Antina looks more intently.

HENRY

(con't, wooden)

Were a day hot as blazes, and all of a sudden, he began to shiver, as though we was back on the Half Moon, back in that tiny boat they threw us in; as though it'd caught up with him, and he should have died back there.

ANTINA

I warned you…Both of you…

HENRY

Aye, indeed. Suppose it'll catch me next.

ANTINA

If I had any, I'd give it to yeh—actually, I'd givei ti to me—but that that was left, I'd give it to you in'a heartbeat, Henry.

Henry stays put, concentrating on not looking at Antina, who walks out of the shop. As the door swings shut, Henry looks up but says nothing.

As he sighs, he shivers a bit, and his breath is clearly visible in the shop's air.