On the sixth day of Celebration, the Brethren Court gave to me... Jack Sparrow's Revenge!
Hey, mate - Come closer!
Ye have no clue who could be listenin' in on every word ye say, eh? When the Navy and Beckett's minions stole my beloved Pearl away, I left a precious possession of mine aboard. It was my pistol—my revenge against Barbossa and his mutinous crew. Now, this is between ye and me, mate. When it dawned on my brain that I had left the pistol aboard, I hastened a trip to see her. A trip upriver and I–negotiated–with her. Tia Dalma placed a spell on my prized pistol. Nobody but me could lay their eyes upon its hiding spot on the Pearl so long as I willed it to not be found. And whenever my beloved Pearl was reunited with me, I would finally retrieve my faithful pistol.
Now that my Pearl has been liberated and returned to me once more, I've come to terms with all that troubles the great Jack Sparrow and realized I no longer need it. Frankly, I think a pirate like ye needs it more than me, anyway. The only use it would see out of me nowadays would be the hurry-handed defense against any irksome scallywag who cannot accept that they are worse at cards or drinking than the great Jack Sparrow. Perhaps in yer hand, that boneheaded Jolly Roger wouldn't sleep well at night knowing that pistol was on the loose again.
Now, off with ye. Ye'll need some luck to find that pistol, y'know. I hid it meself. I can't even remember where I hid it now that I think about it. Who knows what one too many drunken stupors can cause, savvy?