Sowie, slow chapter.


The ship snapped in half beneath them.

Bits of wood rushed by him as Jack sank deeper into the south Atlantic.

Some thing pushed against his legs, forcing him upward. He looked up and saw a black winged angel silhouetted against the sunlight shinning through the water. With a pop and a splash, he passed by the angel and was fired out of the ocean. Coughing and spluttering, he looked around for the angel but saw nothing but empty sea. The sun was shinning brightly in the late afternoon, which didn't make any sense since the Jolly Drinker sank sometime during the night.

"Sea, sea, sea, ah ha! A mountain!" Jack frowned. A rather tall, distant mountain. Not much we can do about that eh?"

He began to swim.

Hours later, the sun was a blood red sliver above the horizon. The sea reflected reds and purples, bathing the no closer mountain in darkness.

"Swimming, swimming, in the blood red sea," Jack gasped to himself. He tried to lift his arms but they were too heavy. He rolled onto his back and placed his miraculously still present hat with much difficultly over his heart in a salute.

"To the Pearl I knew, rum, and the sea!" he muttered to himself and closed his eyes.


After Jack sank a few feet, his eyes popped open and he realized how stupid he was. He tried to float back up, but his limbs weren't responding.

"You're rather hard to take care of," a woman's voice scolded. Jack glanced around. A pale hand stretched towards him and grabbed a hold of the back of his shirt.

Sand grated against his back and smooth stones dug into his skin as he was hauled out of the water and onto a beach. Which hadn't been visible when he submerged. Before he passed out, Jack glimpsed three figures in a line.


So... how was it?

Slow, short chapter. But, reviews will speed things up...