"Is that a unicorn on that ship?" Jack looked up from his work to see what the other cook was talking about. Sure enough, a ship had just come to the island with what appeared to be a unicorn as its figurehead. What was more interesting was the fact that the ship was largely intact, and if that were true there would be a chance that the Captain of it may need some crew for it. 

The person who came into the bar appereared to be the Captain, a woman wearing a mask. She was approached by Hunter, a man that most people feared, though usually it was his blood red jacket he always wore. As they started chatting, a red haired woman walked into the bar, covered in water and dripping all over the place. She got a drink and cigare and walked over to the masked woman and the blood jacket. Seems she wanted off this rock too. She would have to wait before him.

"Hello there. I too would like off of this island, and as I noticed miss mask face you seem to have a ship which appears a bit light on crew. I wish to offer you my service as your ships cook. I guarantee you shan't be disappointed by my cooking skills. And if it comes to it, I will also be able to handle myself in a fight. So, may I join?" Smooth and subtle as ever, Jack never could resist going into the deep end.