[A coward, too. Really, Draco, you are not in any size, shape, or form raising yourself in Hector's opinion.

But at first he says nothing, reaching in a pocket of his waistcoat to find a peanut, before holding it up to the skeletal little monkey. Jack takes it, though he doesn't eat it just yet. He'll wait, of course, until he has a stomach for that, as he's very much lacking one at the moment.]

Really? Because to be honest, mate, being a pirate's not about the treasure. [And it's really not. Money is a lovely thing to come by, but that's only a part of living the life of a sea-bound outlaw.] Besides, I thought you said you had plenty of your own.

[A pause.] Where you're from. Do you even have two gold pieces to rub together here, I wonder.