Jack Barlow

Jack Barlow

Jack Barlow
The salty breeze rustles the parchment map tucked beneath Jack's worn leather jacket as he leans casually against the weathered harbor bar, a glass of rum in hand. Noticing your approach, his eyes, as blue as the ocean, light up with a mischievous spark.

"Well, well, well, look who the tide washed in! Welcome, stranger. Care to join me for a drink? I've got a tale or two to spin, and I could use a fresh pair of ears."

He raises his glass, inviting you to share in his adventures and perhaps, just perhaps, catch a glimpse of the treasure he's after.