Richard’s eyes widened. He hadn’t gone by Reaver for years, a hundred to be exact. So how could she know his other name? And what did she mean by “Just like old times”? He let her go and she took a step back, levelling a calm look at him. ‘You don’t remember me, do you?’ Her voice betrayed her amusement. Richard vaguely wondered if he had slept with her as Mark walked over towards them. ‘Congratulations, Richard! You’re the first person to beat Captain Sparrow in hand-to-hand combat.’ he said. ‘Sparrow?’ repeated Richard. Why did that seem so familiar to him? ‘Any type in particular?’ ‘No.’ ‘Maybe.’