Pirates, in fact. Started as one, never stopped, I suppose. There are talismans which we wear that keep us from being burned up in the sun, though we do our best sailing at night just due to our nature. We also, long ago, devised a way to have blood aboard without having extra bodies laying around. Simple enough process, really.
Well, there's vampires that are vampires and vampires who are men. We are always men before our condition, he and I. He raised me well enough to teach me that we can never let our animal nature overcome our true selves.
Oh, and just to note; Jack's not very good with computers, you see. He really dislikes all forms of technology. Took me several decades of explaining before he at least stopped saying that toasters were powered by tiny dragons, and that radios were controlled by imps. He's an eccentric fellow, but a good man. Haven't met a man yet who didn't like him at least a little.
In any case, I digress. I would like to warn you, however. There's a man in East London, goes by the name of Todd. He might not be a vampire, nor is he a Hunter, but he's not exactly the kind of man to be trifled with. We had a version of him back in the day, and he wasn't what you'd call a force to be reckoned with. He recently showed up here and set up shop once more. I'll be making an effort to avoid him and his neighborhood, and I suggest to anyone with half a brain to do the same.