Will finally tracked down the owner of the ass. His name was Mr. Kenneth White. Mr. White that two nights before, he had loaned the ass to a man named John Smith. "I didn't like the look about, no sir," said Mr. White. "I says he looks like a pirate, says I!"

Will took the blow that Jack had kidnapped his wife very badly. After Mr. White dumped a pail of cold water on him, he revived very quickly.

Jack and Elizabeth spent a pleasant day on the Pearl. They stood on the deck of the ship, joking with the sailors, and having the time of their lives. Well...

It began to grow dark, and Jack led Elizabeth off to their cabin. He threw her upon the bed, and said, "it's my turn for some poetry. 'A young man lately in our town, he went to bed one night, he had no sooner layed him down, but was troubled by a Sprite. So vigorously the Spirit stood, let him do what he can, sure then, he said, it must be lay'd, by woman, not by man. A handsome maid did undertake and into bed she leap'd, and to allay the Spirit's power, full close to him she creep'd. She having such a guardian care, her office to discharge, she opened wide her conjuring book and lay'd the leaves at large.'"

"Oh Jack!" she scolded half-heartedly.

Anamaria sat talking to a fellow pirate. "All that Elizabeth ever cares about is sex sex sex!" she exclaimed.

"What's so bad about sex sex sex?" returned her fellow pirate.

[{Author's note: if you don't get the "Spirit" thing, you don't want to. Also, the "sex sex sex" thing is a bit of an inside joke.}]