“Two shots of whiskey please.”  Sam leaned back in her bar stool.  She looked around the dimly lit building.  It was small, with only a few tables here and there.  She wiped the sweat away from her forehead.  The island heat penetrated everywhere, even inside the bar.

“So, what are we looking for exactly?”  Tentin leaned forward to see Sam’s face.  He had just sent the men he brought with him to obtain supplies.  He followed Sam wherever she went.  After Mr. Bartlett had disappeared, Sam inherited everything he owned.  Tentin would follow her to the ends of the Earth now.

“Not sure.”  Sam watched the Haitian bartender pour the shots.  “The information I received has sent me here.  Now I just gotta find out what it is.”

“Hmm” Tentin leaned back and scratched his chin.  He felt sorry for the girl.  She was in love with Mr. Bartlett, but he wasn’t all that human.  She had searched for Mr. B for a year now and finally found some information, and she chased it right away.  He wished she would find what she wanted, but a large part of him hoped she would find closure and end this pursuit.  She was young and could still live a long and happy life.

The bartender slid the shots in front of the two patrons.  Sam started to lift the glass to her mouth when a figure emerged from the dark corner of the bar.  Sam lowered her glass and turned towards the man.

His hair was matted into dreadlocks and his teeth were decayed, except for the few covered with gold.  He walked with a slight limp, all the way up to the bar, and sat several chairs down from Sam.  The old wood creaked under his weight.  The man spat onto the wooden floorboards.  He turned towards Sam.  One of his eyes was milky white with a scar stretched across it.  Sam looked over at Tentin and the bartender, neither seemed to bother that the man was there.

“I know what you looking for, mah darling.”  The man smiled, washing Sam in his rancid breath.

Sam set down her glass, “How do you know what I’m looking for?”  Sam unclipped the machete at her side.

“Cuz mon, I been der.”  The dark man pulled a top hat from his head and set it down on the table.  He fiddled with the bone piercing in his nose.  “If you wish, I tell you where’t is.”

Tentin leaned forward , “You alright, Sam?”

Sam waved her hand, shushing the man.  She stood and took a few steps forward.  “Where is it?”  This was no mistake.  Sam felt fate had brought her here to this bar.

The man raised an eyebrow, “There’s a price, ya’ know.”  He nodded towards her shot of whiskey, “Your whiskey please, mah darling.”

Sam picked the shot up and set it down in front of him. He knocked it back and slowly stood from his seat, the rickety wood creaked again.  He grabbed his hat loosely with his left hand.  “There is a waterfall.  Jus south of here, mon.”  He started walking off to the dark side of the room again, “Behind it, a cave.”  He turned around and faced Sam.  “In dah cave, you will find what you seek.  Jus don get wet.”  He placed his hat on his head and smiled, his teeth turned bright white, “Tanks for dah whiskey, mon.”  He tipped his hat and disappeared back into the darkness.

Sam stood staring into the same darkness.  She wasn’t sure what she just saw, or who she just met.

“Sam?”  Tentin moved to her backside.

“Get the men, Tentin.  I found what I’m looking for here.”  She turned and jogged out of the bar.

Tentin shrugged.  He slapped down a twenty dollar bill and followed her out of the dimly lit bar.