"I told you I went to London to save Gibbs from the gallows? And...audience with some king or 'nother?" Jack tucked her arm closer within his own, resting a hand over hers in the process. "There was a rather unfortunate chase through London-town involving myself, a collier's cart, and half the royal guard. I gave all but one the slip, and dad--"

Teague had murdered the soldier who had been about to shoot his son in the back. The pirate shrugged.

"Always seems to be lurking in the darkest doorways, my dad. But his timing is impeccable and his aim is second to none. Runs in the family, you might say."