Three days had passed by calmly. It was time to check on John and Ophelia. Jack was finally able to be with Jenna in the early morning when everyone had left for their places of work. Everyone seemed to have staggered schedules up until now, and it was all based on the ham he brought her. She was working on the ham bone at long last to cube it up for the wolves, and Jack had helped her by freezing it and smashing it to pieces for her. The ham was so large that it easily lasted this long. He was now planning to bring her smaller ones to ensure everyone left faster.

"Thank you," she sighed and let the pieces thaw in a bowl by the fire.

"Of course," he chuckled and kissed her gently. "I need to look in on the possibly new couple."

"Do tell me how it goes," she chuckled back. He squeezed her, nodded to the protective wolves, and quickly left to see how everything was going. When he got there, he was a touch surprised. John was helping with the garden. When Jack showed up, John waved at him.

"Hello! How are you?" he asked.

"Not too bad. I see you're still alive in her care," Jack grinned.

"You could say that. We are slowly getting to know each other. It appears to be promising. I did find out that she tried to be with someone before. But…he beat her," John seemed to grumble. "I'm surprised that she told me this. But, it explains quite a bit."

"What is this?" Jack frowned. "Does her sister know?"

"No. This was quite a few years back when she was younger. She didn't say anything, because she didn't want to worry anyone about it."

"How bad was it?"

"She hid her face with her hair and some powders."

"Is this man still alive?"

"I am unsure."

"Okay. Tell me. When you spoke of this to her, what did she do?"

"She tensed up and changed the subject."

"She's still afraid of this man. He's alive," Jack muttered. "Let me speak with her."

"If she agrees to let you find him, I want to be the one to kill him," John grunted.

"Done!" Jack nodded and let John guide him into the cottage.

"John, did you harvest the lettuce? Oh…" Ophelia blinked at Jack.

"Hi. I was just checking in on you. And I learned of a very intricate secret," he said slowly.

"You…told him…?!" she gasped at John.

"I did. Because you still live in fear of that man. Jack can help us end it for good," John said.

"It's doubtful…" she started. Then she watched Jack walk over to where a couple bags of potatoes were. He picked the largest one up and let it ice over. Then he smashed it to pieces on the table.

"That will be the man's head when I'm done. Now…who is he?" Jack asked carefully. At how easily he crushed a raw potato, Ophelia was in complete shock. But, now she knew for a fact that it was finally going to end. She took a deep, steady breath and cleared her throat.

"He sends me letters. I had moved three times since he found me, and he keeps finding me," she said and moved to where a pile of discarded papers were. Jack narrowed his eyes and crouched by them. He picked up one of them and studied it. "He never includes where they come from. I always find them on my doorstep when I go out."

"That's fine. Where is the most recent one?" he asked.

"Here. It had arrived just a couple days ago. I found it on my way home after visiting with John to show him the town. I had kept it hidden from John," she said and nudged one with a dainty foot. He picked it up carefully and moved outside. John was shocked on hearing about the letter. It was shown to him, and he ground his teeth with rage. The letter was demanding a form of food or money payment to keep away for a month. It was now going to be the last letter ever sent to her from this particular man. John was going to ensure it. Jack already had a plan.

"I have a way to find him. Give me an hour. Oh, do you know if he lived around here?" he asked casually. At her nod, he grinned. "Thanks."

"Remember! I want to kill him!" John said.

"No. You will have to stay here to protect her in case I flush him out," Jack said wisely. That got John to raise his brows. "At first, I said yes, but we must think reasonably. I have a friend that is really good with scents. He can help me find this obtrusive man."

"Ahh! I see," John grinned. He looked at Ophelia and whispered to her, "He has a couple wolves that are good at tracking things down."

"Oh?" she mused with a small smile. As John went back to helping with the crops, Jack was showing Jenna the letter. She was not happy with it.

"Threats to send money and food, or he would appear?" Jenna frowned.

"Apparently so," Jack sighed. "I was going to borrow one of the wolves to help track him down. By scent, you see? This letter is still quite fresh. Just a couple days old."

"Ahh! Yes. That's fine," she smiled.

"Okay. Which one of you wants to help me take out someone mean and nasty?" he asked with a small grin when he regarded the wolves. At this, the black wolf rose up and bared his teeth. The white one would stay to guard Jenna. This was proven when the white wolf flopped down on the floor, yawned, and stretched with a small tail thump of comfort.

"Be careful," she said. The black wolf nudged her hand and got a piece of pork fat. At the look the white wolf gave now, she laughed softly and gave over another piece for him. Jack smiled and nodded to the black wolf. The wolf braced himself and got transported with Jack. When they touched down around Ophelia's home, he gave over the parchment.

"Lead him to me, please," Jack muttered. The wolf snarled and bolted away from him after getting a lock. Jack was able to keep up easily. At the small, makeshift shack that was found, he made an interesting discovery. The man would simply pick up and move to follow Ophelia around. He would send her threats for money and supplies, since she was all he could go to. The man simply didn't like to work. Even better was how close the man was. John could help with this now. The man couldn't run anywhere. Jack looked at the black wolf. "John. Get him."

The wolf huffed and bolted off. Five minutes later, he saw John jogging behind the wolf. Jack pointed to the shack, and the man was ready to charge in. "Where is the bastard?!"

"Not yet. Let's have some fun with him!" Jack grinned wickedly. "You have a warm coat?"

"I'm wearing it," John muttered. At the sight of Jack blowing on his staff to make a chilling breeze twirl around them, he realized that it wasn't enough. Jack focused now to make a pile of snow under his staff. Then he reached into the snow to pull out a fur.

"Wear that. It will help. With what I plan to do now, you will need it. And keep it, too," Jack nodded. John blinked at the excellent fur, and he fully agreed. The black wolf bristled, but remained motionless. If the offending man was flushed out, the wolf would pin him down. Jack mused to himself and called the wind back. Now he sent it through the home.

It seemed to rip out any available warmth in the tiny shack. At the swearing heard next, Jack gave a cold smile. John shivered, but not from the cold. He was just glad that he wasn't the brunt of Jack's cold anger. He was there once. He didn't want to be there again.

When the thin, wiry man charged out of the home, he paused at the sight of the wolf hunkered down and ready to leap onto him. John took this moment to study the pathetic person in front of him. He clearly never shaved. His hair was supposed to be brown, but it was thinning in places from lack of proper care for himself. The clothes he were also far too thin to keep him suitable warm. Then again, it was supposed to warmer weather now. Then there was the smell. The man hardly ever bathed. John couldn't even tell what eye color the man had. It looked like a muddy greenish brown color. But, even John could tell that this man was quite the looker when he was in his prime. Now he was a shell.

Jack seemed to notice this, too, but it didn't faze him at all. He calmly walked up to stand next to the wolf. The beast was still ready to leap out the moment the order was given. Nothing needed to be said. The man knew that death had finally come for him. When he saw John step out of the swirling, icy mists, he thought he saw a bear at first. That was until the bear spoke out. "Can I punch him now?"

"No," Jack mused.

"For what?!" the man grimaced.

"Ophelia sends her regards," John growled. The wolf snarled and bared his teeth even more. At how the man's eyes widened, Jack looked completely calmed.

"Are you cold?" Jack asked slyly.

"Should I be?" the man shivered.

"Perhaps. Or…maybe you should be frozen…" Jack mused. "You see…Ophelia is now considered family. My family. If you mess with her, then you mess with me. This letter you sent her was very recent. A couple days old. I had just adopted her into my family a few days prior to this. So, with this little bit of evidence here, I can take you out."

"You have no proof that it came from me!" the man snapped.

"But, I do. This wolf tracked you. He's good at scents. Especially from those that don't bathe," Jack smirked. The man seemed to fluster up. "And you live so far off from the town that…if I killed you…no one would care…"

"I'm important!" the man argued.

"Really? Then why do you live in a filth pit and hound innocent women?!" John asked. Jack seemed to sigh, and he looked at the wolf.

"Hold him, please," he muttered. The wolf seemed to snort to show it would be done. "And make sure that John doesn't move an inch. I need to get someone."

"I wouldn't hurt him. Much," John muttered back. Jack chuckled and let the wind take him back to where Horath was. When he walked in, the man realized that something was up.

"Your sister-in-law had a very dire secret," Jack said with a grim look. When Murda walked over, she was very curious. "She tried to be with a man. He beat her. He has been following her around to this day. He sent her threat letters. I'm ready to kill him with John and one of my wolves."

"What?!" Horath gaped. Jack showed him the recent letter. At this, Horath got up, pulled down his axe from where it rested on the wall and put on his armor. "Take me to this bastard! Now!"

"Horath!" Murda hissed.

"No. Ophelia is family. I protect family," he said sternly.

"Should I get Master McGreggor, too?" Jack mused.

"No. You let me handle this…thing!" Horath spat. Jack nodded with understanding. A nod to Murda was given, and he walked outside with the angry man. A quick travel in the cold winds soon had them both standing where John and the wolf were waiting. When Horath laid eyes on the simpering man, his gaze went to berserker blood red.

"Stay back," Jack muttered to John. "Look away, if you must. I think…Horath recognizes him..."

"I know you!" Horath hissed out. "You were the same one that tried to attack Murda! Ophelia's twin sister! And this was done in broad daylight in front of me! You ran off after striking her down for no reason! Finally, I shall have the one thing that I've always wanted. Your head on a pike!"

"What? She has a…?!" the man started. He clearly didn't realize that Ophelia had a twin sister. And he likely didn't realize that he had attacked the wrong one as part of a threat that went unnoticed long ago. It did make sense why Ophelia complied with the threats now. She was protecting her twin. At the sight of Horath shouting his battle cry, the man did the only thing he could do. He charged at Horath in a last act of defiant rage. After that proved useless, and the man was laying there dying on the chilled ground, John was able to walk up to him.

"Why? For all these years? Why did you do it?" John had to ask.

"Why wouldn't I?" the man simply asked back as his response. Horath heard enough. Jack watched the axe come down to severe the man's head off.

"I'll take care of this," Jack chuckled.

"Where is Ophelia?" Horath asked.

"I'll take you back to her," John said, and they left. The wolf was already urinating around various spots to cover up a few scents. And to attract others. Jack had easily frozen up and smashed what he could to let the wild animals take over. The small shack was quickly dismantled, but that was after he sorted through it. There really was nothing in there at all. But, he did come across one thing. Something that clearly didn't belong in the hovel at all. The small, palm-sized box was claimed, and the wolf was able to be transported with him to Ophelia's home. Of course, he arrived before John and Horath.

At the sight of the wolf stalking in, the woman paled with fright. At this, Jack chuckled and said, "Don't worry. He's a friend. He guards Jenna with his brother. We told you about him before. Anyways, he helped me find and corner the one that caused you so much worry for so long. It's over."

"It is?" she asked with a look of complete hope in her eyes. At this, he set the small box he found on her table. "That is…how?!"

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"I thought it was lost!" she said and moved to open the small lid. When it wouldn't open, she had to pry the small latch apart from all the rust. "The bastard! He told me it was gone! That he sold it!"

When John and Horath walked in, the wolf growled slightly in warning to keep back. The warning was respected in full, as they watched Ophelia take out the small necklace within it. It was fully tarnished over from being pure silver, and, as she studied it, she gave out a wrenching sob.

"Ophelia?!" John asked.

"The…bastard…!" she gasped and shook with rage. "This was…Mother's necklace! He took out…the…the gem in it!"

"What gem was it?" Jack asked.

"A diamond. I think…" she managed to say through her outburst of rage and tears. Jack sighed and gestured for the necklace. When she looked at him questionably, he smiled softly.

"I have a friend who is a master at jewelry restoration. I'll take care of this for you," he said. She nodded and gave over the fragile necklace.

"I remember that necklace," Horath winced. "The stone was not only a diamond. It was a pink one. A very rare stone, too."

"Really? How long ago was it missing?" Jack asked. John was able to move close to Ophelia and found himself hugging her to comfort her. Horath could only chuckle at that.

"It had been some time. Around ten years, I think," she shivered.

"Hmm. Well, I'll see what I can do. Give me a day. Horath, do you need a lift home?" Jack asked. At the nod given, they stepped outside with the wolf, and he found himself facing a rather concerned Murda. "Don't worry about the wolf. He's with me. Horath will fill you in."

"Oh!" Murda blinked at the black wolf. He snorted and looked at Jack. At the fond pat to the top of his head, they were soon gone and back at Jenna's small cottage. When he walked in, he found her in his arms with a sigh of relief at his cold touch.

"I need to talk to Dulfilo. A family heirloom was tampered with," he sighed. "I want to get this resolved quickly. The faster the better."

"I know," Jenna smiled and got kissed by him. "I could use another ham."

"Let me take care of this first," he chuckled. She nodded and got squeezed before he left again. The black wolf yawned, stretched, and flopped on the ground lazily. At the small dish of warmed, smashed up ham bone offered, he quickly claimed it.

As the wolf enjoyed his reward, Jack was showing the necklace to the Master Jeweler. Dulfilo studied the necklace and clucked his tongue.

"Marla, can you get all of the tarnish off of this, please?" the aged man asked.

"Oh! Yes," she nodded and carefully took the old jewelry to clean.

"What gem was in it before?" he asked.

"I was told it was a pink diamond," Jack muttered.

"Hmm. That would be hard to replace. How long ago was it missing?"

"Ten years."

"Very hard to track now, you think. I'd search the place you found the necklace. See if it fell out? Ah, wait. Let me check something," Dulfilo said and went to examine were the gem sat in the necklace after Marla cleaned it. He pointed out a couple things to her to show her.

"So, it was pried out?" she frowned.

"Yes. The prong here was removed. See?" he asked and showed with a thin jeweler's tool. "And look here. Something bent this out to loosen the gem out. Now, what sort of cut was this?"

"It looks like a teardrop," she said.

"That's right. What size, you think?"

"Two karats."

"Good! Now, how do you think the gem was taken out?"

"Hmm," she thought. "It looks like…first the setting was pried directly. When the prongs were exposed, they went after them."

"Very good," he praised and chuckled. "A pink diamond was supposed to have been here."

"Really? That's horrible! To mangle this for a gem!" she cringed. "Uncle Jack! Don't you think you can find the gem?"

"I found the one that did it. As for the gem, I don't know," Jack sighed. He saw her hurt look, and he found himself sighing again with a chuckle. "If I can't replace the original stone, I might be able to pick up a different one to be worked with."

"That's fine," Dulfilo nodded. "Oh! Check with Rudulpho. He works in a fairly large city. He may have seen something like it. It's worth a try."

"That it is! Thank you," Jack nodded. He figured he could grab a ham for Jenna, too, while he was traveling about. He made his way to the larger city first. On walking into the sister shop before it closed, Rudulpho looked up and waved.

"And, ah, what can I do for you?" he asked. He had his tradesman insignia hung proudly over the main counter wall. It drastically increased his revenue.

"Another bit of jewelry was made known. Tell me. Have you seen any two karat, pink teardrop diamonds floating around? It was stolen away from the necklace by someone that thought poorly of himself and others," Jack said mildly. At this, the man thought and moved to lock up his store to keep any other clients out. He gestured for Jack to follow him. He took out a strongbox and carefully opened it with a complex key. Jack mused to himself on seeing the loose gems that were available.

"I don't think I have anything like what you are describing," Rudulpho sighed. He did pull out gems that were in likeness, but none of them were pink. "The best I have is one with a hint of yellow. Not any of them show pink. Come to think of it, I did see someone wearing a pink stone that you described some time back. It's been awhile, though."

"Did this person come into your shop?" Jack asked.

"She did," he nodded. "She asked if I had any matching stones. I said no, and she simply left. She did leave me her card in case I came across any, though. Hmm…ah! Here it is."

Jack took the faded card, but he saw the address clear enough. "Thanks. I'll look into this now."

"Of course," Rudulpho nodded. Jack left with the wind the moment he was let out of the shop, and he found himself in front of the stately manor. The lawns out front were rich with roses, wild flowers, and various other plants that were currently in season. The grass was well-trimmed and maintained to show that the place was clearly lived in. Taking off his staff of wood and ice, he breathed over it to let his wind scour about for all the information it could glean for him.

What he learned was that the woman was in her mid-fifties, rather large from her wealthy life-style, and always looking for unique items to add to her various collections. She loved oddities, and kept quite a few stuffed animals throughout her home. Her entire house was a curio cabinet, in this sense. As much as he was mildly intrigued over some of the items she had, his true goal was to find the gem. And he definitely found it hanging around her thick neck.

With the wind, he was able to glean that the gem he sought was not the true one. It was a complete dead end to him. He wasn't going to bother with a gem that wasn't stolen. He was about to leave, but then his wind reported a discussion being done. He listened in.

"So, the gem was acquired?!" the woman giggled.

"It was," a man said in the distance. Jack mused at what his wind told him. This was, apparently, her servant. She was married, but the husband was always off on business trips to find more artifacts for her. And to get away from her, too. "If you do not mind, there is a small chip in it."

"What?! A chip?! Let me see!" she demanded. Now Jack's interest was fully taken hold. This was bad news for her. His wind blew open a window several rooms down, and he was able to enter the home this way. He calmly walked along a hallway and waited just outside the room. What his wind revealed when the small box was opened was the very gem he was after. He found it uncanny that whatever he was looking for simply showed up for him. He wasn't complaining, though. What he also found rather amusing was that, even though the weather was warm, a small fire was in place. He would definitely use it to set an example, if there was any conflict of interests.

"See? The tip of the drop is chipped. It may not sit right in the necklace you wish for," the servant said gently. She seemed to sigh with aggravation.

"Do you know how hard it is to find pink diamonds?! All I need is four of them for my creation to be complete! Not just any color will work, either," she grumbled. Jack had to make his appearance. He had to take a closer look at the gem. When he walked in, both humans seemed to look at him with disbelief at his attire and appearance.

"Hello. My name is Jack. The gem you have may have been stolen. I wish to examine it to see if it is the one I'm looking for. It was stolen from a very intricate family heirloom. If it is not the gem I seek, I will simply leave. If it is, I may require it back," he said casually. He was going to say more, but the large woman retorted before he could speak out of a possible exchange.

"Stolen or not, I bought it! It's mine!" the woman growled. He studied her and sighed. She wasn't going to listen unless I forced my hand. He knew this by her appearance alone.

Her dyed, blonde hair was coiffed up in rich curls to tumble over her shoulders. Her eyebrows were plucked to almost nothing left and redone with makeup to give the illusion she still had them. He didn't even want to study her blue-eyed face from how much makeup she was wearing already. The light blue dress she wore had more ruffles on it than the skirt that hid her figure, and, even then, it hardly hid what it was intended to hide. The servant was in a dark cotton suit to show himself a figurehead in the household. He was as thin and wiry as most active men were. Even his graying brown hair was kept neatly groomed, but he lacked facial hair. The look in the man's pale green eyes was a bit of scrutiny. But, even he knew that Jack was clearly more than he seemed to be.

"My Lady, all he wishes to do is look at the gem," the man said. "It may not even be what he is looking for. We should trust his judgment."

"No! He'll take it from me!" she hissed.

"We can do this the easy way…or the hard way…" Jack said with an icy edge in his tone. Then the air got colder. At how the small, nice, cheery fire suddenly died out to nothing without even a glow from the embers, the woman's jaw dropped. At the sight of rime starting to appear on various polished counters and floors, the servant even paled with horror. "Do I need to continue this any further?"

"No…" she seemed to whimper. Even her breath showed in the air.

"Thank you," he said with a mild smirk. The servant was trembling when Jack took the small box from him to study it. "Hmm. Yes, this is the gem. I will get this gem replaced for you. I would have explained that I would have offered a replacement, but you were…exceptionally rude to me. Next time, you should know better than to say 'no' to someone that easily smash you to pieces. Are we clear?"

"Yes," she cringed. When he focused slightly to let his wind search for him, he found a replacement gem rather easily from a storehouse. When he regarded her, he nodded.

"I have located the perfect replacement for you. Let me retrieve it. Just wait," he ordered. At their nods of obedience, he smirked, let his wind burst open a large window, and he vanished right in front of them to prove his point further. He found himself standing in a mine shaft. Several raw diamonds were found in a bin as though tossed aside. There were, actually, quite a few of these raw diamonds being hoarded. None would be missed, if I took several of them of various colors and sizes.

Once he had them, he went straight to Dulfilo. He set the raw diamonds on the counter for him and showed off the original teardrop. At this, the elderly jeweler took up the raw stones to go back to the cutting machine. He had Marla nearby to learn how to use the intricate machine. But, he had to make sure the new replacement stone was flawless in design to match the original. Once it was done, Jack thanked them, took the stone, and quickly went back to where the other humans were patiently waiting.

When they saw him arrive, they were a touch speechless from everything. "I have your replacement. It's as flawless and pure as the original. Here. And I won't bother you again."

"Wait…" the woman said now. He rose a brow at her. "I…apologize for my first behavior. I could use your help, actually."

"Oh? I'm listening," Jack said calmly.

"I'm sure you know I am trying to build an intricate design with these stones," she said. She gestured to the servant, and he moved to pick up the now cold box to show off the small treasure in it. "I'm sure you heard him say it's for a necklace, but, well...it's a bit more than that. The necklace is special. It's been said that, if all the stones were returned, that it would open up the actual necklace. It's a box, too, you see? Well...ah...it's a box in actuality. I call it a necklace to keep others from getting too curious. So, I have been trying to acquire the stones for it. My husband found it and picked it up."

"Very interesting. And the stones must be pink?" Jack asked.

"Well…that I do not know. But, the stone I saw in it was pink. It was the only thing I could think of to get it to work. If other colors worked…well…" she seemed to sigh.

"May I take the box to a friend? Whatever the contents hold will be yours. I am friends with a very old jeweler by the name of Master Dulfilo," Jack chuckled softly.

"You know him?! In the flesh?!" the woman gasped.

"I do. Where do you think I got your replacement gem?" he smirked.

"Can you tell me where he is?" she asked.

"I can. But, be warned. It's a place that I protect to the fullest. If you visit, you are to be respectful of everyone there. I watch the entire town constantly. If you understand, I'll tell you where to go. Agreed?" he asked carefully.

"I agree!" she said and nodded her head.

"It's the most southern town on this land. It's surrounded by iced mountains and forests. It would be a good two weeks of travel for you," he said with a small nod. "Let me check and see what this box is. You have my word that you will get the contents."

"I would rather be there when you open it," she said. At this, he seemed to grin.

"I understand. Let me…bring my friend," Jack chuckled. Without another second to waste, he was soon back at the jeweler's shop. "Dulfilo! The gem we replaced was supposed to open a box. It's not a necklace at all. Do you have two more in likeness? Color shouldn't matter."

"In that case, yes. I do," he nodded.

"Care to come with me for a short trip?" Jack asked.

"Well…" he sighed. "Marla! Mind the shop!"

"I will! I'll hold any advanced orders for you," she smiled. He chuckled, put on his warmest coat, and let Jack spirit him away with the two gems needed.

"And here we are!" Jack said when he appeared with the old man.

"I'll never get used to that!" Dulfilo scowled and shook his head. On seeing the two people before him, he gave a slight bow. "Hello. I am Master Dulfilo. I understand that a rather intricate box was found. May I see it?"

"Of course," she beamed and let her servant hand over the box. It easily fit in the palm of his hand. He didn't recognize who made it at all. It was mainly gold with silver inlay of flowers with red tint. That did make him pause a bit with a form of recollection on something, but he figured it was only the design the box held.

"Hmm. Very intricate craftsmanship, indeed! It looks very old, too," he mused. Jack gave over the two diamond teardrops, and they were carefully inserted into the slots. The box opened, and they found it completely empty. "Ah! Nothing is here. It appears to be a very elaborately made jewelry box."

"Oh," she sighed. But, there was something that Jack noticed, and it was under the lid. With some expert slight-of-hand skills, he was able to remove what was there. The box was given back to her to let her enjoy. "Ah, I do plan to visit. I am curious as to what you have in your shop!"

"I just carry the usual items. Nothing of any specific value. However, your visit would be appreciated," Dulfilo chuckled. Jack only hid his laugh at this. The older man was being graceful to her, as she may become a possible customer. With this finally out of the way, Jack nodded again to both the lady and her servant. When Jack returned Dulfilo to his shop, he stopped the man. "What is it?"

"This," Jack grinned and took out the small, flat note he took from the box lid.

"Did you not tell her that she would get what was in the box?" he asked.

"I told her that, yes. But, this was under the lid. And, when the lid was removed, it was no longer in the box," Jack grinned wickedly. That got Dulfilo laughing so hard that he slapped a hand on his counter. Jack waited for him to calm down before going back to the small parchment note in his hand.

"Is everything okay?" Marla asked.

"Just fine!" Dulfilo chuckled. "Go back to the orders, please."

"Okay," she smiled and went into the back room again. The paper was carefully unfolded, and the letters were incredibly archaic to read.

"I can't read this," Dulfilo frowned.

"I can," Jack said and turned the parchment to read better. "Hmm. Interesting. Very interesting, indeed. This, my friend, is a lead on a possible forgotten treasure. It's the start of a verbal map."

"It is?!" he gaped.

"Yes. Give me some time to decipher it. It's all in riddles, it seems. Jenna might be able to help me figure this out. She likes riddles and such."

"That she does. Well, if you do find something…"

"It will be shared," Jack smirked lightly. He tucked away the valuable note and was soon gone. He had a ham to retrieve and deliver to Jenna, and he knew she would need him close. He was away from her a bit longer than normal, and he had to be swift about it. He knew she was craving him now.