Edward Kenway stood in front of him.
Jack Sparrow, smoothed down his coat, fixed the ruffles on his sleeve, settled into a relaxed stance. “How can I help you?”
Kenway laughed, his voice booming across the docks. “I’ve always liked you Sparrow.”
“This is good.” He looked around, noticing Gibbs holding Miss Swann back, and it would seem that Jackdaw’s Master Axe was keeping guard. That man had too many knives, and liked to stab things, savy. “You’re not going to kill me, ’cause…”
“Already dead luv, yes I know.” He glanced down the dock. “Killing her isn’t your best option.”