Jack Sparrow is someone Maria would compare to a loose cannon on a ship. He is outlandish, a bit crazy, and emphatically unpredictable. Normally these would be things I quite liked about him, but in this instance, it made our searching nothing but aggravating.

"This is the fifth stop we've made and nothing. No one has seen or knows anything about Jack Sparrow!" Will kicked a barrel in frustration. He was right. The fishing boat had stopped at five ports and either everyone was lying, or Jack Sparrow hadn't made port for a while after he escaped Port Royal seeing as we had been at sea for over a month now. I sighed and walked back to the ship. I couldn't hold it against him, every day we didn't find Jack, was another day Lizzie was in prison. It was very exasperating.

"No luck, lass?" Silas, the captain of the fishing vessel we had been staying on, asked as I walked onto the deck. It was a blessing the fishermen allowed us on at all, not that it went without payment. Will was expected to clean the deck and help with heavy lifting, while I, still having very little talent on a ship, just stayed with Peter, the little boy who tied the nets. It was a job that I could now do very well. The crew was small but tough and hardworking as well as surprisingly nice. After a while, however, it was like having many different but close friends.

"No," I went over to a crate and sat, "I have a feeling that if our friend went anywhere, it was only Tortuga." We tried to keep the fact we were looking for an infamous pirate a secret in order lessen the likelihood of future problems. Silas leaned against the mast and eyed me.

"I know you said this fellow needs to be found, but you haven't said who he is to you." He cut a piece off of an apple with a knife, awaiting my answer. It felt strange talking to the man. He was a nice enough man, but I was expected to call him captain and, I hadn't realized it before, but I only liked to call Jack that.

"We got in a sort of terrible predicament a while ago, me and Will, and he helped us. Then we did him a favor in return and,"

"You're hoping he will come through again?" He finished for me and I nodded. The crew came back aboard, Will included, and we were off again before nightfall with Tortuga only about a week away. It was nightfall when I decided to retire for the night. Will was already in his hammock when I walked in. I didn't say anything as I tried to get myself in a somewhat comfortable position. I had become spoiled by beds and as a result, hated hammocks.

"Baily?" Will broke the silence in the room.

"Yes?" I was still distracted by the predicament at hand. I had fallen out of my hammock many times before and was willing to sleep on the floor.

"I apologize for shouting earlier. I was frustrated. I am frustrated."

"I never held it against you, Will, I understand. I love her too." I reminded him before sighing and giving up on finding comfort. "I accept defeat so goodnight Will." I heard him laugh from his place.

"Goodnight, Baily."

/

"We're almost there, Miss; Tortuga's in the horizon." Silas informed me about a week later.

"Thank you, sir." I nodded to him and he walked away while Peter looked to me with a slight smirk.

"Going to finally find your pirate, yeah?" He asked me. I had never told him Jack was a pirate. I had just told him we were looking for a friend.

"And how did you know that I was looking for a pirate?" I asked him from over the net I was almost done with. It didn't surprise me though. Peter was smart for a boy of ten years. In some ways, he knew more about life than I did. He grew up on his boat with his dad. His mother ran off with some scallywag, or that's what Peter says. He's been learning how to fish here and there but he isn't big enough to handle all of the work just yet.

"You're headin' to Tortuga, ma'am, ain't nobody there but pirates." He chuckled.

"It may seem like there isn't anyone there except for pirates, but the whole port isn't full of them all of the time." I chuckled as he rolled his eyes at my corrections. "You are correct; however, he is a pirate."

"Is he a great pirate? Is he rich? Does he got a ship and whatnot?" He asked me several questions at once. I leaned in and lowered my voice.

"If I tell you who I'm looking for, you can't tell anyone, understand?" Peter nodded eagerly and I whispered it in his ear, leaving him gaping.

"Are you serious?!" He looked more excited than I was. I nodded before standing and finding Will so we could gather our things. We would be in Tortuga within the hour.

After saying goodbye to Peter, Silas and the rest of the crew, we set out to the Faithful Bride in hopes of catching a glimpse of Jack but more so to get our thoughts together.

"Where should we begin?" Will took a drink of his ale while I nursed a very questionable mug of water.

"I think we should start at the docks. If nothing else, someone had to have seen the Pearl." I reminded him and he nodded.

"Good place to start." He took another gulp and I smiled at him.

"Perhaps we should start this journey temperate?" I suggested, and he lowered his drink while shaking his head.

"On the contrary, I think I needed this in order to withstand the rest of the journey."

"No worries, Will. I understand. You were supposed to be married by now. You were supposed to be related to me and I can only imagine how heartbroken you are that that hasn't happened yet." We shared a laugh before heading towards the docks again. "How much money do you have on your person?"

"Why?" He looked down at me curiously.

"We're amongst pirates and the real businessmen here, nothing comes without a price." And just as I had expected, every notion cost a coin, not that it was worth it, of course, because in the end we just landed ourselves in a room at an inn with dozens of different ideas to choose from. Some thought he was dead, in Singapore, in jail, in Tortuga itself, or even, my favorite, not in existence. One man received a shilling to tell us that he had no idea who we were speaking of. Then we made the mistake of asking Scarlett and Giselle, which ultimately ended with Will getting smacked.

"That was a waste of time." Will sat on the bed and put his head in his hands. "Every day we don't find Jack, is another day Elizabeth sits in jail for helping him."

"And another day we're all wanted for piracy." I added. I usually tried to find the good things in these situations, but in this case, there weren't many, if any at all. Moving to the bed, I laid next to Will and looked up at the ceiling. "I wish this would all go away."

"I know, but it's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault. I knew what I was doing when I set him free, and I accept my consequences." Will reclined next to me.

"As do I. I only wish Lizzie hadn't been involved." I thought about it. She was so young and she had so many opportunities.

"That's why I'm fighting for her. And if I had the chance, I would fight for you too. I did try, I promise." He turned to look at me and I grabbed his hand.

"You cannot save everyone." I didn't tell him about his own pardon. I didn't want him doing anything rash. "Let's just go to sleep and start fresh tomorrow."

The next morning we were up with the sun and with new found determination.

"I think we should check around the boats again." I expressed to Will after eating. "The people who are going to have the most recent information are the ones just coming in."

"That's true. They just might be the most sober as well." Will looked at a drunken man with distain. It was before noon for goodness sake. "Let's start with the fishermen; we can catch them before they go out if we're quick." I followed him down the dock where the fishermen were loading their boats to go out again.

"Should we split up?" I asked him.

"I don't want you getting hurt." Will looked down at me reluctantly, but I pulled out my gun.

"I think I'm safe." With a slightly frightened nod from Will, I put my gun in its holster and we went different directions. I started with a man named who was also named William, but he didn't know anything. Next there was a man named Sage who repeatedly tried to stroke my braided hair and wasn't worth the harassment. I sighed and began to walk back up the dock when someone called out to me in a deep accented voice.

"Ay, you, pretty girl." I turned to see a dark man with only a vest and pants on, tying a net. I looked around for Will but he was nowhere I could see. "I won't hurt you, girl. I heard you were looking for a man and a ship." I quickly nodded and made my way over.

"Yes! I am looking. Do you know anything about either of them?" I was shamelessly excited.

"I do. Can't say about Jack Sparrow, but this island, just south of the straights where I trade spice for, delicious long pork." He hummed in memory of this 'long pork'. Something that sounded familiar but I couldn't place. "Cannot say about Jack, but you find a ship there, ship with black sails." It was close enough.

"Thank you!" I was about to turn when I remembered one important detail. "Do you happen to be going there today? I don't have a boat." I prayed silently in my mind that he would have mercy while he continued to rope his net. After a moment of thought, he stopped his actions and looked up at me with a sigh.

"What can you do for me, pretty girl?" He asked and I could almost feel myself blush.

"I can pay you, not much though. Or I can tie nets." I motioned to the one in his hands. He looked at it then back to me, with a smirk on his face.

"You tie nets, girl?" He chuckled then surprised me by grabbing one of my hands and flipping it palm up. He grazed his thumb along it, making me gulp and turn very red. "You have the hands for it." He looked up at me, somewhat impressed.

"Baily!" Another voice called to me and I turned to see Will coming towards me. "I'm at a loss."

"This man has seen the Black Pearl and may be taking us." I blurted quickly. Will turned to the man.

"Really? And you'll take us?" He asked him. The man nodded.

"Sure. And for the pretty girl," He raised my hand and kissed it, "free of charge." He introduced himself as Henri before standing and heading to the boat. I paused for a moment before turning to Will who was looking for an explanation.

"How?" Was all he said and I shrugged before following Henri onto the boat. To my surprise, and partially to Will's dismay, everyone spoke fluent French.

"Etes-vous sûr nous ne pouvons pas faire quelque chose?" Are you sure we can't do anything? I asked Henri after we were on the boat for a while.

"You speak the language, pretty girl?" He smiled, impressed.

"Oui." I nodded with a smile.

"Vous êtes très bien. Nous y serons bientôt." You are fine. We will be there soon. We only sailed about two hours before Henri weighed anchor and lifted up a telescope to view the island.

"My brother will take you." He told us before kissing my hand once again and bidding us farewell. We climbed in the boat with his brother and we were rowed towards the shore.

"Well that's definitely the Pearl." Will observed it in the distance.

"What do we say when we get there. Hello, Jack, give us your compass?" I reminded him of our goal.

"Well that's where you come in." He nudged me softly just as Henri's brother stopped rowing. "What is it? Why are we stopping?" Will looked to me then to Henri's brother.

"Quel est le problème?" What's wrong? I asked him.

"Pas de Ne bougeais, c'est trop dangereux." I won't budge, it's too dangerous. He told me shamelessly. I sighed and looked at Will.

"He won't go." I shrugged. "He says it's too dangerous."

"But the shore is right there." Will pointed, but he wasn't having it.

"Je ne Peux, c'est trop dangereux, j'avais le dit. "

"We'll have to swim, Will." I told him and we both stood.

"Bon voyage, madame, monsieur." He bid us farewell as we both jumped into the water and swam to shore. Luckily it was a short swim and we got there in little time, not that it mattered because the ship was deserted. Will began to yell for Jack and other crew members while I looked around. There was no one, no sign that anyone was living on the island at all.

"There's no one here, but that's impossible isn't it?" Will looked to me for certainty.

"Nothing is impossible, but it sure isn't likely." I noted. "Maybe they are deeper into the island." So we began to walk into the roughage, Will leading the way, and almost instantly we saw Cotton's parrot.

"Finally, a familiar face." Will smirked in relief.

"Don't eat me!" The parrot squawked, making Will and I share a looked of confusion.

"We aren't going to eat you." I promised before following Will deeper into the forest, the parrot still squawking in the distance. "I wonder where they are. Cotton and the parrot are inseparable."

"Maybe they just got lost." Will didn't think much about it as we walked, but he pulled out his sword nonetheless. After a run in with a hanging tree branch and a spider's web, I pulled mine out as well. We called out every once in a while and were getting a bit tired until Will found something. It was a flask hanging from a branch by a rope.

"Gibbs." He muttered as he pulled the rope off and began to follow it.

"Wait," I stopped him, "Don't you think it's peculiar that his flask is here in the woods and not with him. Why would Gibbs do that?" I asked him, making him pause.

"You're right. You stay here just in case, no need for us both getting in a mess." He walked off and I sighed. I had meant for him to not go at all. I made my way back to the edge of the forest and waited. This was such a strange island. How is it that a ship could be abandoned on a place like this? The crew would be smart enough to stay near it, right? After a while I sighed. If Will was going to get killed, he'd have to do it with me by his side. So I walked back in and found my way back to where we last were, but Will wasn't there, no one was there.

"Will?!" I called out and looked around until I stepped on something, Will's sword. "Oh no."

I had no idea where I was, or where I was going, but I did know that I felt somehow more hopeless than lost. Suddenly I saw an opening and went to it. Unfortunately for me, I ran into what looked like a celebration of some sort amongst a tribe of people.

"My apologies." I stammered out as two of them came to me and dragged me from my spot to the center of their group. I struggled against them until I saw something that made my jaw dropped and I immediatly stilled. To my surprise and relief, Jack Sparrow was at the head of this group. He was sitting in a thrown, there was a rather elaborate headdress atop his head, and around his neck was a necklace made of… human toes? He looked completely calm as he stood and spoke to the people in a strange language. He walked over and started to circle me, picking at my hair and arms on the way. He finally said something to them before kissing my forehead. He went back to his throne and the people immediately brought in another, less elaborate one and sat it next to him before sitting me in it. I paused for a moment then turned to him.

"What in hell is going on?"

"I just saved your life." He told me calmly. "They were going to eat you now. Now they'll eat you later. My turn, what are you doing here?"

"Will and I," I suddenly remembered my counterpart. "Will!"

"No worries, luv, he's with the crew."

"And where is the crew?" I hadn't even seen a trace of them besides Gibbs's flask.

"In captivity, back to my question." He reminded me. "I know young William's motive and reason, but shouldn't your fiancé be taking care of this."

"My fiancé?" I looked at him strangely then remembered that he thought I was betrothed for some reason. "I am not betrothed, I was never. I don't know what you heard to make you think that I am some sort of harlot, but the idea that I would purposely lead you to believe something while knowing myself that there was no hope, is one that I wish you wouldn't have believed to be true." I explained to him and he stared at me for a moment.

"My apologies then." He turned back forward then returned his eyes to me. "And for what it's worth, I never thought you were a harlot. Never thought any less of you."

"Thank you, that's good to know." I gave him a soft smile. Then I looked around to see the tribe was still there, "My turn again. What is going on?"

"We came onto this island, not knowing that these are in fact cannibals, and the 'long pork' market is rather a ghastly disguise." He grimaced. I knew 'long pork' was eerie to me. It was a euphemism for human flesh. "Me being captain, however, was somehow made chief. They believe I am a god which is actually not bad until they eat me to release me from my human form." So he was in as much danger as everyone else. "When you appeared just moments ago, I led them to believe you are my chosen mate."

"Lovely." I sighed. "Please tell me you have a plan."

"My only plan is to run when I get a chance." He admitted. We sat in silence for a while before I spoke up.

"Just in case we don't escape, I would like to know why you thought I was betrothed."

"I was quite taken with you on our last adventure and maybe it was obvious and he wanted to hinder me, but your friend James Norrington let that piece of gossip slip just before we made it to the Isla de Muerta."

"James," I muttered to myself before thinking of what really caught my attention. "So you were quite taken with me, Captain?"

"Aye luv, no use in lying, still am." He admitted.

"Then why haven't you tried anything?" It was a very real question.

"You're a lady luv, a woman to be esteemed." He told me, making my stomach flutter. Oh to hell with it, I had little to lose anyway. I brought his face down so my lips could gently press against his. I felt a jolt shoot right through me from lips to my feet and I loved it. I hadn't actually done this before but luckily Jack took over, letting his hand cup my neck, which felt even better. We parted and I could feel myself flush. "Sometimes you have to make your opportune moment, Captain."

"I like the way you think." Jack moved his hand to my face and stroked my cheek lightly. I felt something rough against my skin and leaned back to look. It was a piece of cloth wrapped around his hand.

"Jack?"

"Hm?"

"What happened to your hand?" I asked him curiously. Before he could answer, there came a shout from the crowd and we turned to see the tribe was beginning to build a bonfire.

"We need to get out of here." He told me calmly, not to raise any suspicion.

"I agree wholeheartedly." I nodded. Jack thought for a moment then grabbed my hand so we both stood. He began speaking their language and making huge hand gestures.

"Big! I want a big fire!" He turned to the men that had been guarding us and motioned them over to make a grand fire with more wood before turning to me. "Run."

And we were off, running through the terrain and over a bridge. Jack didn't let go of my hand and made sure I was by his side the entire time. We finally ran past a few huts only to be stopped by a cliff.

"Ah!" I screamed, almost going off the cliff if it wasn't for Jack pulling me back by the waist. "You saved my life once again, Captain." I panted as I began to look around for any more ideas. Jack picked up a large pole-like bamboo branch but dropped it in defeat. "Maybe there's something in the houses." I suggested, already on my way over to them. It wasn't clear if I had been unfairly judgmental, or if it really was strange that inside this house of what seemed to be a primitive group of people, there were dishes. Nice big, white dishes; clean and shiny silver tea cups; a tea kettle; and essentially a lot of items that I wasn't expecting to see. "Is this,"

"Strange? Yeah." Jack finished and answered my question for me before grabbing a bundle of rope. I continued to look around, though, until I found some spices.

"Jack," I stopped him from leaving and motioned to the goods. We both picked one up and turned them to see the stamp of the East India Trading Company. "My, they certainly are everywhere." I gave him a look before we heard rustling from outside. Jack sighed in defeat.

"You stay here luv, they won't come looking for you. Go find the crew when it's safe." He instructed before stepping out into the hands of his captures.

Luckily for Captain Sparrow, I can be fairly stubborn at times. It took a bit for me to find my way back, but when I did my timing was perfect, and Jack was alone. Of course he was tied to a bamboo stick and was hovering over an impending fire whilst trying to blow out a torch, but alone nonetheless. I quickly ran over and grabbed the torch, putting it out in the dirt.

"Fortunately for you, you have me." I told him.

"I told you to,"

"I know." I stopped him while looking over his problem to find a solution. "I don't always listen." I pushed the branch off of its hold and Jack fell to the ground, breaking free of the rope around his legs.

"It's good for now, they'll be back." So once again we were off, running through the terrain, and once again we found ourselves at the same house.

"Okay," I turned to Jack and tried to get the rope off but wasn't having much success but remembered the dishes. I turned towards the house to see a little boy with a fork and knife. "Excuse me," I snatched the knife and got to work on the rope, but the little boy ran off, no doubt to tell on us. It took some time but I got Jack loose, only to see two native women standing in awe.

"Bloody hell," Jack moaned in frustration, but I had an idea.

"Put your arms around me and look sad." I told him quietly. He looked down at me, confused, but did it anyway. "Now tell them that you only wanted a few more moments with your love." He raised an eyebrow, then turned to the women and spoke to them in their language. The women exchanged looks then said something back and gave us a mango.

"They said walk through the forest slowly and back to the village for peace." He gave them an appreciative bow, as did I, before we joined hands and walked into the forest.

"Now which way to the ship?"

And yet again we were off, through the terrain, only now it was towards the beach, the Pearl, and survival. And yet again, we were met with an obstacle. Who else would we meet in the forest than the tribe we thought we were free from.

"Just stay close!" Jack shouted as we ran towards the beach.

"Of course!" I shouted back, not that I had a choice, Jack's grip on my hand was amazingly firm. We got to the beach and saw the Pearl in the distance in front of us, but after a few paces, the tribe was in the distance behind us.

"Good doggie!" Jack yelled as we passed the dog that usually held the keys in the jail at Port Royal. I couldn't help but wonder how he got here as we dived into the ocean and half swam; half ran our way to the Pearl. Jack helped me climb onto the side first. I near collapsed on the deck when I got aboard. It's exhausting, running from captives.

"Baily!" Will came over in complete concern.

"I'm fine." I panted and wiped the soaking wet hair out of my eyes, part sea water and part perspiration. Jack came aboard after me and began to give Gibbs instruction.

"What happened?" Will looked me over. "Why were you being chased?"

"I believe it goes without saying that I found the Captain under terrible circumstances. We had to escape the cannibals. I promise I'm alright. Don't forget the compass." And with that reminder, Will went to Jack while I went to the helm where Gibbs was.

"Everything right?" He looked over me.

"Aye Mr. Gibbs, and it's good to see you again as well."

"Good to have our Quartermaster back." After a pause, he sighed and turned to me. "He wants to keep to the shallows."

"The shallows?" I gave him a look that fully expressed the impossibility of keeping the Pearl, not only in the shallows but hidden in any way.

"Aye, he's been strange lately. He was different after you had come and gone, but then he began talking about a key and staying on land. Maybe you could," Gibbs motioned towards Jack who was coming up the stairs, Will on his heels.

"Why me?" I asked him though I had an inkling of what he was going to say.

"You should really see how he gazes upon you, lass." Gibbs said what everyone had been saying.

"Fine, I'll try my best." I told him then turned my attention to the man in question.

"There comes a time when one must take responsibility for ones mistakes." Jack came closer but turned at the sound of Will taking another man's sword and pointing it at his neck.

"I need that compass of yours, Jack. I must trade it for her freedom." Will looked serious.

"Perhaps we can come to a nonviolent solution?" I spoke up. Jack adjusted Will's sword from one soldier to the other then turned to us.

"Gibbs!"

"Cap'n." Gibbs went to his side immediately.

"Take the helm. We have a need to travel upriver." Jack gave the order and Gibbs gulped.

"By need, do you mean a... trifling need, a fleeting, as in, say, a passing fancy?" I looked between them suspiciously.

"No, a resolute and unyielding need." He clarified before stepping down in front of the helm with Will.

"What's upriver?" I asked Gibbs. He hesitated for a moment.

"There is a woman, a hoodoo, voodoo woman. Jack needs her help from time to time." Gibbs explained. "She leaves us all with a very strange feeling in our blood afterwards." I nodded in understanding and looked to where Will was walking away from Jack with a cloth drawing in his hand. What was he up to? I watched him tell Will that, whatever the drawing was, it was going to save Elizabeth. When Will left Jack's side, I filled his absence.

"Luv, you are sopping." He took his coat off and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Thank you. What are you up to?" I didn't hold back with him.

"What do you mean?" He tried to look innocent but I wasn't having it, so he sighed. "I will explain it all later. In the meantime, go find something dry in my cabin." He tucked a stray hair over my ear. "And maybe we can discuss that," He glanced over his shoulder to see Gibbs pretending to not be listening. "Thing that happened earlier." Jack pushed me towards the stairs after that.

For the remainder of the day, we reorganized the ship. Now that half of them had been lost, we had to make do with the crew we had, especially cooking wise, and heavens know I'm a disaster with that responsibility. We also had to try to stay in the shallows while being out at sea. It was all relatively unclear and somewhat maddening. Speaking of events that fit that description, I somehow found myself being pulled into the rum closet by Jack in the middle of the night. By the glow of a lantern, I looked up at him with what I assume would be the perfect assortment of muddled, lethargic, and amused.

"Captain, I respect most of your actions entirely, but what are we doing in a rum closet?" I asked him, my voice thick and heavy with sleep and my arms crossed.

"About my hand," He closed his eyes for a moment then opened them, looking me in the eye. "I did something not very good."

"Have you seen a surgeon?" I asked him worriedly, but he shook his head.

"It isn't that kind of wound." He informed me. And that was how I learned how Jack not only got the wound on his hand but the brand on his wrist. Contracted to transport cargo for Lord Beckett, Jack went rogue, or was described as doing such, after liberating the cargo. Of course Lord Beckett's idea of cargo was actually people. As a consequence, Beckett burned Jack's ship which Jack then enlisted the help of Davy Jones to resurrect in exchange for his soul after thirteen years. Now Jones is trying to collect, Jack is in a pinch, and I am in terrible disbelief. I stared at him for a moment in awe. I was now very much awake but quiet and we were now about as far apart as two people can get in a rum closet, which is not very far. Without speaking, I held out my hand and he put his in mine. I began to unravel the cloth until it slipped off and revealed the horrid black spot.

"Well it certainly does its job, I'm alarmed." I took in a shaky breath and glanced up at him. "Does it hurt?" I asked as I rewrapped his hand.

"Only when I think about what it means." He admitted.

"Well I hope I can still bring you luck." I tied it with a snug pull then brought it to my lips, offering a gentle kiss.

"I'll need all I can get." He mumbled softly.

"I do inquire why we're still in a rum closet and not, say, in a cabin we used to share."

"Because that's our cabin, if you still want it, and if anyone were to come looking for either of us, that's where they'd go. And it seems that whenever I'm with you, I get interrupted." He explained his logic, looking down at me with those smoldering eyes. I reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

"Captain Jack Sparrow, how do you manage?" I sighed.

"Very well on occasion, a bit better with you, like today for example." He reminded me.

"I just knew that I wasn't going to find anyone by wandering around in the forest alone." I told him part of my reason for not listening.

"I am grateful still." He leaned down and kissed me. My eyes closed and arms circled around me before I lost myself in the feeling. Jack's hands went around my waist then once again in my hair. It felt absolutely wondrous and beautiful until the door unexpectedly opened. We parted but stayed embraced to turn and see Mr. Gibbs standing in the doorway, clearly amused at the looks of our position.

"It's about time." Was all he said before he reached in for a bottle of rum and closed the door.

"Perhaps you didn't account for anyone getting rum from the rum closet." I looked up at Jack then started to chuckle. He smiled himself but leaned down to kiss me again.

"I have wanted to do this for a long time." He admitted before giving me another kiss.

"Well sometimes you have to send a woman to get the job done." I grinned and allowed myself to be kissed once more. When we parted again, I rested my head on his chest and hugged him. "You're a brave man for what you did Jack, but you better find a way out of this."

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