A Rumour
A Rumour, by Captain Jack Sparrow.
Sailling into Tortuga was rather like sailing into my own history. Though she's been burned to the ground at least three times, her sweet, proliferous bouquet hasn't changed a bit. I sent my crew ashore with one instruction – eavesdrop, snoop and pry the night away, keeping an ear – two ears, if they've got 'em – open at all times. We sought stories of the lucrative, yet night-unfathomable sort. Also, I was trying not to encounter anyone who might want to shoot me. I so happened upon a cosy little hovel where the talk had turned to treasure. Not just any treasure, but a glittering trinket that could carry entire ships to other realms. I admit I was intrigued and only slightly perturbed to learn who the Treasure presently belongs to...
