((sorry for the delay, i've been really sick!))
Davy turned around and grabbed the painfully familiar voice by the neck.
"I thought I smelled the likes of you, Jack Sparra." He said almost grinning as he spat through his anunciation through his tentacles. He wasted no time.
"If ye plan on cheating death for the hundredth time I suggest ye start talking might quick or me hand might just slip." He said making no attempt to hide himself or his grasp on the infamous pirate.
"What is this God-Forsaken place, what are ye doing here, and where in the bloody hell is my ship!" He yelled, grabbing the attention of the passing people- some undoubtedly vampires and other gnarly folk