“Package for you, sir.”
A small box, wrapped in tarred canvas and sealed in wax with a bird in flight.
“Sailor, sir. No name.”
“That will do.”
Alone, Norrington carefully broke the seal. Inside he found a roll of cotton and a scrap of parchment. Impatient now, he unwound the cotton. A flash of gold: before him lay a pin set with a lustrous black pearl.
He gasped. A taunt, surely!
The parchment! Unfolding it with shaking fingers; he read, in bold and flourishing script:
With thanks for your gracious hospitality.
Your humble servant,
Captain Jack Sparrow