The Perfect World

"Red sky in morning, sailor's take warning . . ."  Will whispered the words as he watched the sun rise, drenching the clouds in a crimson hue reminiscent of blood.

"What?"  Elizabeth moved beside him, blinking hazily into the early-morning light.  Will smiled, knowing that she wasn't used to rising with the sun.

"Just something my father wrote in one of his letters . . .Do you think Jack's all right?"

"Of course.  He's got the Pearl."

Of course.  Jack had his ship back, and, lack of news and superstitions be damned, that meant all was right with his world.