The great Captain Jack Sparrow could never forget the day he first saw the red bird. The slender boy—well, later he found out that it was actually a girl, wearing the fiery red uniform of a navy soldier, and the white-washed neckwear bounced with her light steps. She was wearing high-heeled leather boots at that time. She has always loved high-heeled leather boots. The pointed, seven-centimetre-high heels made such a clear sound when they hit the deck, and the piece of red leather nailed to the head of the black boots flew up and down like a bird. She looked at herself, holding the two knives in her hands, her green eyes full of smiles. But what attracted him was something else deeply hidden in her eyes. That was the first time he saw that kind of thing in other people's eyes. That - like him, the bird's desire for freedom and distance. "Hey." He smoothly knocked out all the pirates who tried to stop him with the back of his knife. The young The Red Bird jumped in front of Sparrow who was steering the helm. "Jack? Captain Jack Sparrow?" She asked, tilting her head. "Yeah. In front of you is the greatest captain on the entire Picasso Sea, Captain Jack Sparrow." That was the proud reply from the still young man who held his head high. "Hummm. It's good that it's you. I'm afraid I've found the wrong person." She narrowed her eyes and smiled, sticking out her tongue to lick her pointed little fangs. The next second the red bird had flown in front of Jack. In the gap between the sword light, Jack saw that she was still smiling with her eyes narrowed. "Great Captain Jack Sparrow, I was offered £1,000 for your head."