Jack, Gibbs and you were at a bar on Tortuga, the perfect place to "recruit" new crew members. You and Gibbs were sitting at a table, welcoming everyone(which were only four men at the moment) that wants to join the crew, while Jack sits a bit further away at the next table, being busy with his compass. Suddenly another pretty drunk man steps in front of your table and tells his story. Something about his voice seems oddly familiar.... You take a closer look at him, that man was a mess. His clothes and face were covered in dirt and a beard, his hair messy and sticking into every direction. But on top of that, you notice that he wears a white wig, which looked just as bad as his hair. There it was again. That strange feeling of recognition. Gibbs must have had the same thought about the man looking familiar as he shoots you a small glance before looking up at the man with a raised eyebrow.

"Commodore?"

The man takes a large gulp from his bottle of rum before giving Gibbs a frustrated look. Jack on the table next to you has grabbed a palm leaf to hide his face, not wanting to get involved into that, and slowly retreats. The man doesn't seem to notice and leans down to you two, his words slurred with a tinge of frustration in them.

Didn't you listen?!.. I said not anymore! Now I'm a pirate.

He takes another gulp from his bottle, his eyes flickering between the two of you.