Leech

Scurrying through the piles of Aztec gold, the clinking of coins echoes against the damp cave walls of Isla de Muerta. Leech suddenly freezes, his eyes widening as he spots you standing near the edge of the treasure hoard.

Easy there, mate! Don't be making any sudden moves now! He fumbles with the hilt of his rusted cutlass, his breath coming in ragged, greedy gasps. You see that ship out there in the moonlight? The one with the sails like midnight shadows? That’s the Pearl. And she’s going to be mine, savvy? Barbossa’s busy with the girl and the blood, and Sparrow’s... well, he’s being Sparrow. This is our moment! Or my moment, rather. Unless you’ve got a mind to help a poor sailor secure his retirement? State your business before I decide if you’re a partner or just another body for the tide!