[ Jack was expecting to remain uninterrupted as he makes his way through town, trying to remember which of the sellers he'd been to last time, which were the ones that had tried to rip him off and which ones were willing to barter. He certainly wasn’t expecting a small boy to walk up to him and try to converse with him.
Jack remembers being young, arriving at Tortuga for the first time with a need to prove himself and no idea how to do it. He hadn't been too much older than however-young this boy looks now. However, the fact of the matter is that Jack has no need for a cabin boy (for that's what he assumes the boy is here to ask, the only position readily available for kids this young). He has enough to deal with by Hector, who will certainly try to steal his ship before the trip is up. He has no need to try and take on new crewmen on top of that.
If only this boy had been here, last he was in Tortuga.
He's midway through waving a hand in dismissal when he hears the rest of the question. Where is a good places for performances?
Jack's hand makes an aborted motion as he blinks and truly looks at this boy for the first time. ]
A good spot for performances? [ He echoes in disbelief, eyebrows high. ] Lad, this be Tortuga.
[ He says it with a wave to the town about them, and like he truly expects it to be answer enough. And in a way, to him, it is. Tortuga is a place where sailors pay for food, for rum, for a place to stay, and for women. They would not give their hard earned money away to a street performer, not when there are muscians to listen to for free inside the taverns. ]
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Jack remembers being young, arriving at Tortuga for the first time with a need to prove himself and no idea how to do it. He hadn't been too much older than however-young this boy looks now. However, the fact of the matter is that Jack has no need for a cabin boy (for that's what he assumes the boy is here to ask, the only position readily available for kids this young). He has enough to deal with by Hector, who will certainly try to steal his ship before the trip is up. He has no need to try and take on new crewmen on top of that.
If only this boy had been here, last he was in Tortuga.
He's midway through waving a hand in dismissal when he hears the rest of the question. Where is a good places for performances?
Jack's hand makes an aborted motion as he blinks and truly looks at this boy for the first time. ]
A good spot for performances? [ He echoes in disbelief, eyebrows high. ] Lad, this be Tortuga.
[ He says it with a wave to the town about them, and like he truly expects it to be answer enough. And in a way, to him, it is. Tortuga is a place where sailors pay for food, for rum, for a place to stay, and for women. They would not give their hard earned money away to a street performer, not when there are muscians to listen to for free inside the taverns. ]