Tortuga, 17XX

It had been two weeks since Captain Jack Sparrow, seeking adventure, fortune, and his ship, had once again left Tortuga behind. Two weeks during which Gibbs got used to being home again, without a captain or a ship or much in the way of coin. Not that he was entirely without means, having lifted a purse or two from the fearsome and loathsome pirates of France at the Brethren Court. But he knew he'd have to preserve what funds he had, since he wasn't likely to find much work as a pirate. Not after all that Beckett did to his fellow men of the sea. And not, he had to admit, with the world changing so fast.

So Gibbs was now quartered in the rather dingy (if pig-free) loft of a stable, alongside six other men. Being a sound sleeper, he wasn't too disturbed by their snoring and shuffling in the night, but morning still came as something of a relief, seeing as none had slit his throat and taken his boots.

He made his way to the docks, as he did every morning, and watched the comings and goings.