Keeper of the jail in the village. Demoted there for drunkenness.
Woke half-asleep to find a cell open, a macaw in the room and a cockatoo holding a rat. He fired his flintlock, missed because Kiwi knocked his hand aside, and was then shoulder-checked into a wall by Lee Raggedy Carter and relieved of his cutlass. Lucky Joe cut his Achilles tendon. He yielded.
“I yield, I yield, just call off your fucking birds.”
What he gave up: the garrison runs to at least a hundred between the fort, the village and the ship. The commander has spent a month turning the island upside down looking for a treasure the last pirates buried here, and no longer believes it exists. And the commander killed the last pirate who might have known where it was — shot her right in the face.
Lee kept his word not to kill him. He cut out his tongue instead, so he could not raise the alarm, and locked him in his own cell.
He was still alive when they left, and extremely angry about it.