Re: you said 'docks.' that's the magic word.
"Hannibal." Jack repeated the name and nodded. "S'not short for anyfink, but a good name. A name that likes to conquer things. Very solid."
Art and medicine were two things that Jack had little time for; to Jack, medicine was rum and sleep, and art was the shape of a woman's hip by firelight. But he smiled, just the same. A doctor, though... what did that mean, here? Jack was not sure. In Port Royal, a doctor was a stuffy git in a white coat and a powdered wig who gave out drams of potions that rarely helped anything. In Tortuga, a doctor was a bartender with a liberal application of whiskey-- to be used both internally, to dull the senses, and externally, to disinfect wounds.
"D'you take people apart and put 'em back together?" the pirate asked. "Or just..." he gestured senselessly with his hands, trying to convey his point, which was around here somewhere. "... give people fings? Medicine, like that?" He peered closely at Hannibal and tilted his head. "Have you ever shrunken a head?"