"You said you know how to brew truth serum," Izzy snarled at Roach as the two of them stared with great bemusement through the open door at Calico Jack Rackham, the sole (and currently very drugged up and talkative) occupant of the repurposed storage closet that was as close as the Revenge came to having a brig, "but he isn't telling the truth, just a load of rubbish."

"My truth serum is first rate, world class, even better than my pastries, and if you don't believe me, you can drink some and find out for certain," Roach insisted with a vehemence which was at odds with the look of pity he was currently giving Izzy.

Izzy seemed to prefer to ignore both Roach's look and his words, and Jacks words as well, choosing instead to turn on his heel and stalk away, calling, "Stay here, keep an eye on him, and come get me if he starts saying anything useful, because I have better things to do than listen to this nonsense," as he went, leaving Roach to be the lone audience for Calico Jack's excessively vociferous protestations for his past, current, and no doubt future love for Izzy Hands.