Going on account ((Open))
Jack leads the selkie into the Jolly Roger. He tells him they're going to get a better crew; one safer for the both of them. The selkie is taken down to a less ridiculous level of ruffles for the time being, though he still looks like Jack's simple minded fop cousin. They take a seat at a table where Jack takes out a quill, ink and a piece of parchment from the bag. He truly hates doing this himself, but he hasn't yet found Gibbs. Damnedable drunk. Probably spent himself utterly destitute and had to take on with a crew for a bit. That, or someone's shot the bastard. It would be a real shame.
After a while with little to no attention --aside from a whore who comes by to slap Jack and demand monies owed-- Jack climbs onto the table to rile up a bit of attention for their cause. He needs at least a few men to replace those lost, damn it. They'll never get that overly decorated Dutch monstrosity out of port with just the few hands they have.
"Gentlemen! Who among you possesses the fortitude to sail under a pirate flag and face terrible dangers in places here-to unknown to man in pursuit of wealth immeasurable?!"