"How old is he?" The voice came from behind before the captain could take a step.
"Seventeen." Captain Jack answered his father.
"He's impulsive, Jackie, just like you are." Teague warned. "You better watch out for that."
"I know." He responded. "Doesn't mean I should worry about it too much."
The older man let out a grunt. "You still have a lot to learn, Jackie."
"Do I?" Captain Jack asked, raising an eyebrow as he turned to face his father.
"A lot." Edward Teague repeated. "Do you really think Angelica is going to stay there with you? You left her on an island alone. Shouldn't you hurry back to the ship before she steals it."
"Would she steal it?" He crossed his arms. Then he smirked. "It's my ship now. Not her's anymore. Besides, if I'm lucky, Gibbs should be onboard by now."
"You have a lot to learn, my boy." The older pirate shook his head, before turning to walk away. "Just watch yourself, okay Jackie?"
"No problem there." He grumbled. "See you around, then?"
Teague vanished through the doors of a nearby bar without answering. Captain Jack shook his head, entering the one he'd just left. He walked in and glanced around. He didn't even know why he'd gone back in. There was plenty of rum on the ship. He turned around and left.
He began making his way back towards the shore, going the quickest way; through the trees.
The captain knew he was close to the shore when he suddenly heard someone crashing through the bushes after him. He turned to see another pirate facing him, sword out.
"Sparrow." The man glared at him.
"Uh, excuse me, but who are you?" He couldn't remember ever seeing the man before him once in his life.
The man didn't answer, but instead charged with a battle cry. Captain Jack drew his sword, blocking the first attempt to hit him. He clashed blades with the pirate fro a couple minutes before seeing a flaw in the man's defenses. With a smile, he forced his sword into the man's stomach, only to realize that his guard was down. Pain flashed through the area between his left hip and ribcage.
"That's not right…" He mumbled before staggering and collapsing beside the body of the man he'd just killed. He looked down at his shirt, seeing blood in the area that hurt most. "Ouch."
Captain Jack sheathed his sword and got up. He stumbled through the rest of the trees, reaching the sand. He saw the last rowboat on its way back to the ship, the First Mate alone in it.
"Gibbs!" He shouted, taking a few paces forward, only to collapse to his knees at the edge of the water. "Gibbs!"
"Captain?!" Gibbs turned to see him. "Need a ride?"
"What does it look like?" He scowled.
The man rowed the boat back towards the shore, reaching it within a few minutes. Captain Jack gripped the side of the boat, rolling over it and landing flat on his back on the wood. He let out a groan as he sat up and Gibbs got back in, facing him. They began rowing back towards the Bloody Dragon.
The captain firmly pressed his left hand to the wound and gripped the side of the boat with his other hand. Blood trickled between his fingers.
"What took you so long?" The First Mate asked.
"To get to the beach?" Captain Jack asked, trying to keep the stress of the pain out of his voice without success. "Well, as usual, someone was trying to kill me." He rolled his eyes.
Gibbs eyes moved to where his hand was and obviously saw the blood. "Jack, you're hurt."
"Obviously." He replied. "I've had worse, don't worry, mate."