Cap'n Jack DeePle. Whisper my name with reverence—or envy, I don’t mind. I glide through calamity in a haze of brilliance and exceptionally good rum. I’ve outwitted men twice as clever and half as handsome, and I’ve done it all with a bottle in hand and absolutely no plan whatsoever. I don’t sail toward danger—I invite it aboard, insult its mother, and toast to the chaos. Rules bore me. Manners amuse me. And if you think you’re ahead of of me… darling, I’ve already stolen your ship. Savvy?