"The Jolly Roger does both," proudly returned the infamous pirate better known as Captain Hook, though he'd begun to keep that title under wraps. The residence of Knowhere had proved particularly unimpressed with the moniker that struck fear into the hearts of kings back in Killian's own realm, so why bother with it here? He'd earn himself a new name, thanks, once his reputation established itself there in the far reaches of space.
"And I've seen the ships here, aye. They fly themselves with the help of black magic... Any fool can make a bargain with a witch, but ye show me a man who can sail the seas and I'll show you what he ate for breakfast."
Meaning, of course, that the pirate would happily gut a man to steal his ship.
He missed sailing like a drowning man missed air.
"Any sailors in yer clientele?" he asked, knowing full well whores catered to the like. "Perhaps one don't pay particularly well?"
One the Cajun wouldn't mind washing up dead on a shore that didn't exist.