I was an upstanding member of me community. A practitioner of commerce by trade, me hearties. And then one fine day some three years back, I received a message from a friend that he had set up shop in the Caribbean hamlet of Port Royal and asked if I wanted to come in with him as an investor. Always lookin' for a little adventure, I set sail from me home port to meet up with him. Along the way, I was blocked and boarded by a corrupt EITC Captain who took me goods as payment and advised me that if I set up shop in these parts, I'd be payin' him for protection. He let me go with just the shirt on me back and me boat. When I arrived in Port Royal, I complained to the magistrate, asking for a little help from the Navy and he threw me in the stinkenest jail I ever did see for vagrancy. It was there that Jack Sparrow convinced me that the life of a pirate was the best life for me. His mates came and broke him out of jail and in the melee I lost track of him but he said if I ever wanted to join up, to come see him in Tortuga. Well mates, I did and now three years hence I am a respectable businessman part of the time and a gentleman pirate the rest of the time. The EITC and the Navy know not of my legitimate business interests. Me friend runs our tradin' operation and no one knows the better of it. I am pleased to help likeminded pirates whenever I can. If ye ever need help, just call on John Bluefish.