Captain Henry Morgan had recognized the newcomer as soon as she walked through the door. There weren't many of his old crew left, the Gallic occupation and glassing of Leeds had seen to that, so it was good to see one of the few that survived. As to her question... it wasn't the first time someone had asked him that, and there was always an ulterior motive. This time wasn't likely to be any different. Before he answered, though, Morgan scooped the coins up off the bar and waved over one of his waitresses.
"Lass, see those two standin' over there? Aye, them. Take these over to them and tell 'em to keep better track o' their money."
Morgan handed the coins to the waitress and sent her on her way. He then turned his attention back to Hayes.
"Alright, out with it, Hayes. Which one o' the bosses sent ye? Seems like every week, some would-be Captain sends a messenger here fishin' for an endorsement for their claim, and every one of 'em tries playin' on me nostalgia for the old days. Not one o' the local ones, I'd wager, or ye'd know the rule against workin' in me bar. This ain't the Bay, and the Black Flag has a respectable image to maintain if we're to keep it."
Morgan reached into the cooler under the bar and grabbed a random beer for his guest. He looked at the label before setting it on the bar. The label, which read 'Beer', was simple black text on a plain, featureless white label. Morgan changed his mind and put it back in the cooler. Anything out of the Coalition was getting hard to replace these days, and he wasn't about to give his limited stocks away. He grabbed another bottle, this one had an ornate label reading 'Shweinhammer Stout'. A quality, and inexpensive, Rheinland ale. Perfect. He put it on the bar in front of her and continued.
"Ye know what? It doesn't matter. I'll tell ye the same as I tell the others. If yer boss wants me endorsement, he can get it the same way as everyone else. By keepin' to the code and gettin' voted in as Captain by all the Buccaneers, not just his own friends."