He'd read the paper (yes, he could read... even if it took him forever), and he knew all about the hunt for the murderer. Which is to say... he knew there was a murderer, he knew this murderer was in the City, and he knew the police were looking for him. Her. It.
His foray into the City wasn't without reason. He could care less about the murderer, really. Jack just preferred spending his time on the Pearl, whenever possible. The City depressed him more than spending time on his ship, even if she could not leave the harbor.
No. He wanted to see what had become of the monkey. Therefore, he was in the vicinity of the hospital. And when a girlish figure appeared in front of him with pieces of metal sticking out of it, the pirate cocked his head to one side and blinked.
She could get hurt, out here alone. It was getting dark! Jack cursed himself under his breath. He HAD to stop taking care of women.