Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

he mouthed. Christophe gave him a half wave in acknowledgment.
Moving through the throng, Jack approached the big windows that
stood wide open, giving a view of the cove. The moon was rising over
the black water, and it touched the edges of the ripples with vermeil.
He found the man who was talking by following the sound of his
high-pitched voice. He sat all alone at a table in the otherwise crowded
tavern, obviously well into his cups, an ancient bald pirate, thin as a
spar, with corded muscles standing out on skinny arms. His face was
weathered and so wrinkled his features looked like an old treasure
map. Dressed in clothing that was battered and torn even for
Shipwreck City, he had a bottle of rum in front of him, but no glass. As
Jack approached, he broke off his rant, then clutched his bottle to his
chest. He also shut his mouth, eyeing Jack warily.
Jack essayed his most disarming grin. “Hallo, er, Tommy. You are
Tommy, aren’t you?”
The old pirate nodded, looking Jack up and down, dubiously. He
cocked his head at his visitor. “They call me One Tooth Tommy.
’Cause o’ me tooth.” He opened his mouth to demonstrate, pointing.
There it was, surprisingly clean and white, looking like a slab of marble
embedded in a cavern of rose quartz.
Jack nodded. “Ah, an apt sobriquet,” he said. “May I join you for a
moment?”
One Tooth Tommy clutched his bottle harder. “Ain’t gonna share,”
he warned. “But ye can sit down.” He peered nearsightedly at Jack,
then his expression brightened. “I know who ye be! I seen ye walking
with him, the one what keeps the Code. Right?” He nodded to himself,
then took a swig of rum. “Look like him, ye do. They say he wants
justice for us what was aboard Cobra. Can I trust ye?”
Jack nodded. “Of course you can. I heard Captain Barbossa’s
story.”
“The Keeper’s the only one trying to find out who sent the Cobra to
Davy Jones’s locker, along with a lot of good men,” One Tooth Tommy
said. “Cap’n Barbossa said it’s against the Code for pirates to sneak
up on other pirates, then shoot ’em in the back.” He swigged from the
rum again. “Had a brass bow chaser, he did. Seen its like before, in
India. Them Hindoos made it all fancy with carvings.”