Jack looked behind him, like maybe there was something there he had not seen, or maybe there was the undead monkey, trailing him. Or a skeletal pirate. Or a cannibal. He never could tell. Blinking twice, he turned back to Jack Napier.
"Ah," he said, raising an index finger, remembering. He looked down at his clothing, sighed, and looked back up at Jack. "Woman, mate. Determined woman."
A beat went by. "I miss my hair."
"Excuse me, what? I heard my name..."
Jack arched an eyebrow. "You 'erd your name, then?" The eyebrow lowered, and both drew together and furrowed. "Whassit? Woman?" Jack stepped back. "Is your name 'Woman?' Tha's unfortunate."
He wondered if this man were a eunuch. That would certainly explain the name, and the way he was walking...