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*It's been a while.

Jack Sparrow -- that's Captain Jack Sparrow -- strolls in, grinning wickedly, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*A bottle and a glass appear instantly, and Jack pats the bar approvingly.*

You're a treasure and no mistake, luv. A treasure indeed.

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*Jack grins wickedly.*

Some might say I'm already mad, mate.

*He sobers then, and takes another drink, a long one.*

Might have. Can't say for certain, mind, but I might have.

Roland nods. "If you do...it comes from a place where the fabric of existence has rubbed thin. Stay away from it. It's dangerous."

He thinks. "Was there anything strange about the old man in Singapore who gave you this compass?"

*Jack is still looking unnaturally serious.*

What sort of strange, mate? It's Singapore.

"Strange even for Singapore, then. Perhaps he didn't seem like he belonged, or that he was unfamiliar with the way the world worked. Mayhap he used words that sounded like no language you've ever heard." Jack's a corsair; Roland figures he's heard a lot of languages. "Mayhap he dressed oddly, or he seemed uncomfortable." A thought occurs to him. "He might have dressed in dark blue robes and kept his head covered."

*Jack looks into the glass for a moment, then pierces Roland with a sharp black gaze.*

You seem awfully interested in this fellow, mate.

Roland looks back at Jack and doesn't say anything.

*Jack studies him for a moment, eyes glittering, then grins.*

No blue robes. Didn't cover his head. He's an older gent, with little hair on his head, a long gray beard and ... strange eyes. Speaks Chinese, French, and English that I heard, savvy?

Knows a lot. Gave me the compass because he said I'd need to travel to strange places.

*He takes another drink of rum.*

Roland nods. "Ever see him again?"

*Jack grins wickedly.* A couple of times, aye.

The grin can't mean anything good. For the old man, anyway.

Roland looks at Jack, and can't help smirking a bit. "Should I ask what came of it?"

Business, mate. Strictly business.

*Jack grins again, and drinks more rum.*

He's a helpful sort of fellow to know.

"For a man in your trade?"

The smirk is still there.

*Jack's still grinning, and looks completely unrepentant.*

You might say that, mate.

*He holds up the bottle.*

More rum?

Roland shakes his head. "Say thankya, but no." His glass is still mostly full. "There's an enemy of mine here, now. Won't do to dull my senses."

*Sharp black eyes glitter.*

An enemy?

"An enemy. An old enemy." Roland toys with his pen briefly. "My oldest. He's a wizard. Brought down my world, and others. Dresses in black. Laughs too much. He goes by Walter, or sometimes Flagg, though I knew him when I was young as Marten Broadcloak."

He puts down the pen. "Keep a wary eye out, while you're here. He's dangerous."

*Jack nods.*

I'll do that, mate. I know what it's like to have an enemy of the devoted sort, savvy?

*He refills his glass, and his hand brushes across his pistol idly.*

But he's not here now, and so you should enjoy the opportune moment, mate.

Roland eyes Jack for a moment...and then figures that maybe one more little drink won't hurt.

So he drinks.

"Your devoted enemy -- was he a wizard?"

*Jack shakes his head, braids and beads flying and clicking.*

Pirate, and a mutineer. A damned traitor.

*He suddenly grins, and there's a dangerous light in his eye.*

Truly so, at that, savvy?

"Truly damned, you mean?"

*Jack nods, still grinning and still with that dangerous gleam.*

Absolutely, mate. Cursed and dead walking, until I broke the curse and shot him through his rotten black heart, sending his betrayer's soul to hell.

"Well done."

And more rum.

Just a little.

I thought so, mate.

*He has more rum, as well.*

Ten years I spent searching for him to get my Pearl back. Worth every second.

Jack is Roland's kind of guy. Except for the whole rum thing. Roland's not really a fan.

"Every second?"

*Jack quirks an eyebrow at Roland.*

Well, mate, maybe not every second at the time, but when I finally killed him and recovered me Pearl? *He grins.* Yes. Then it was worth it.