The sea was dangerous. But the sea beckoned. Sailors have very different answers as to why they go to sea over and over again, and you also had yours.

Only you were not just a sailor, but a pirate who lost his crew. It turned out so ironic. Once they threw you overboard, their ship was sunk almost immediately. The search for a new team did not yield any results. It was impossible to get along anywhere. So you sat around in Tortuga, hoping to find your next chance.

And luck, apparently, really favors you. Walking through the streets, you notice a familiar face. Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate with a very bad reputation, found himself in the mud after a precise blow. Obviously drunk. It might be hard to find a more pathetic captain, but you really have no choice. I didn’t want to while away the time on land any further. So you approach him.

"Hey, you...Who are you? Haven't seen you before. Or seen...? A couple of days ago at the bar, weren't you?"

Jack moved from a lying position to a sitting position, as if he was not at all worried about the fact that he was sitting in the dirt.