The merchant shakes his head and mumbles to himself, returning to his precious merchandise and ignoring them both. Jack deftly drops the last piece that he'd been trying to swipe, pivoting to face the man who'd spoken to him.

"I was merely askin' -- " Jack halts mid-sentence, squinting at the man for a few lengthy beats (has he seen this guy somewhere before?), then eventually continues, " -- Askin' whether the man had seen a certain ship or not." Then, in a tone that sounds more openly hopeful than Jack intended, "She's a galleon, 32-cannon, black with black sails. Magnificent ship. Don't suppose you might've seen her?"

While Jack was aware that this place was in no way close to home, there was still a hope in him that perhaps the Pearl had been drawn here along with him.