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Sakhara291 – I'm glad you're enjoying it. I wouldn't want Maddy's hangover either!
Hils – well of course I killed Nate, might kill someone else soon as well......
Linnie – thanks for your help (as usual). But you do have your priorities all wrong. What's schoolwork compared to reviewing? ;)
Chapter 30
'Sweet Mary!' Maddy tried to sit up, immediately regretting it as the blood pounded through her head and the cabin pitched worse than in a storm. 'What the bloody hell did you do to me Jack?' Maddy put her hands on her head, wincing as she felt the stitches. 'Oh God... Keating.' Remembrance of the previous days events came flooding back to her and Maddy groaned some more.
'S'all right luv, ya safe now.' Jack stroked Maddy's face, running a finger along her lips.
'I may be safe, but I doubt I'll ever feel the same again. How the hell d'you drink so much Jack?'
Jack laughed, cutting the laugh short as he realised the sound was hurting Maddy's head. 'It takes years o'practise, best ter start young.' His lips replaced his finger, as he kissed Maddy tenderly. 'Are you all right luv, apart from yer head that is?'
'Yes Jack, I'm all right. He didn't rape me and I have no compunction about killing him either.' Maddy smiled, but then grimaced as another bolt of pain shot through her head.
'That's good luv, I was worried fer a time. Mrs. Davies sends word that yer more than welcome ter stay wi'her if ya want.' Jack told her even though he had already sent an answer that declined the offer, for he knew Maddy wouldn't budge off the ship.
'No, I'll stay here Jack. Now sod off and let me sleep please.' Maddy pulled her husband down and kissed his lips, then turned over gingerly and pulled the blanket around her shoulders. Jack grinned at the lump in the bunk and left her in peace to sleep off the hangover and concussion.
'How is she Jack?' Will hurried to catch his friend up as he bounded up the stairs to the deck.
'She's fine Will, apart from her 'ead nearly exploding, that is.' Jack flashed a golden grin, and then called Eb over.
'Eb, I want yer to stay and watch over Maddy, but make it so it don't look like yer watching over her, savvy? Will and I are goin' back ashore ter tie up some lose ends, then we'll be off, hopefully wi'two other ships in tow.'
'Aye Cap'n, she'll be all right.' Eb watched as Jack and Will disappeared over the side of the ship, then went to check in on Maddy, creeping out when her saw she was fast asleep.
'Ya lookin' forward to becoming a captain whelp?' Jack cocked an eyebrow at Will, regarding him closely.
'I'm not sure Jack. These men are more used to having an older, more experienced man commanding them, they probably think I'm just an upstart.' Will tried to ignore the growing fear inside him.
'They're more than likely concerned more about keeping their jobs, no matter who the captain is. The only advice I'll give ya Will is this, show 'em who's boss, now, today, as soon as you meet them, savvy?' Jack looked to the shore, and was pleased to see Esme Davies waiting for them. He gave her a wave, and grinned to himself. He really liked the older woman, admiring her tough, indomitable spirit.
'I think she meant what she said about running away to sea with you Jack.' Will teased, chuckling out loud.
'Aye, an' I meant what I said about kidnapping her. She'll see ya right Will, keep her on side, an' ya've got it made.' Jack winced as a muscle protested, and wished he could dock The Pearl nearer to the port, but didn't dare. There was already talk of him all about the town, and he felt it would be best to move on sooner, rather than later. 'Ello luv, been waiting long?' Jack threw the mooring rope to a dockhand and climbed out as soon as the boat was secured.
'No, not that long Jack, besides, I like to watch the world go by. Good morning Will, the men will be along shortly, is that all right by you?'
'Y-yes, thank you Mrs. Davies,' Will stammered, his heart pounding.
'Please, if we're going to be conducting business together, the least you can do is call me Esme.' Esme Davies threaded an arm through Jack's, then Will's, and they strolled up the street to her house, enjoying the curious glances and looks of outrage she was getting from her genteel neighbours. She greeted her butler as they walked up the drive to the door and asked him to provide refreshments in the drawing room.
'Right luv, there's just the little matter of the men's wages and suchlike, and then we're all done.' Jack sat back in the easy chair, stretching his legs out.
'Yes, I've sorted by husband's books out,' she said, passing them to Will. 'There's also the matter of Mr. Keating's cut I believe.' Esme had heard rumours about what happened to Keating and was fishing for information. Jack glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, a slow smile spreading across his face.
'Ah yes, Mr. Keating. Well let's just say, he's lost interest in his cut. Lost interest in everything to be honest wi'ya.' Jack watched Fellowes as he poured the tea into bone china cups and idly wondered what price he'd fetch for them, then watched as the man went to answer a knock on the door.
'So, you did kill him then?' Esme was surprised at how calm she felt in the presence of these two men, both of whom could be killers.
'Nah luv, I didn't kill him, and neither did Will.' Jack shook his head, stroking his beard braids.
'Oh, I see. But he is dead though?'
'Aye luv, he's dead. Is that a problem for ya?' Jack eyes narrowed slightly, reminding Esme of a cat she'd had as a child, who used to narrow its eyes before pouncing on its prey.
'No, no. No problem at all. I'm glad to see the back of the man to be perfectly truthful.' Esme Davies looked around as Fellowes entered the room and announced that the crewmen were here. 'Excellent, show them through.' She stood, straightening out her skirts and smiling fondly as her husband's former crewmen walked in. The men all bid her good morning individually, then lined up, waiting to be introduced to their new captain, most hoping it wasn't the strange looking one with the beads.
Will walked along the line with Esme, nodding at each man in turn as they were introduced. He hoped he looked self-assured, but the image was dented somewhat when he walked into the back of Esme, prompting a snort of derision from Jack. 'This is Matthew Brown, he was my husband's right hand man.' Esme smiled at Matthew fondly.
Will shook his hand, noting the firm grip of the quite short man. 'Hello, Will Turner, I'm pleased to meet you.'
'Aye, likewise Captain Turner.' Brown exuded an air of quiet calm.
'I'm sure I'm going to be relying on you a lot until I get my bearings, so to speak.' Will felt his confidence soar, and cast a sly glance at Jack, who grinned, and felt strangely proud of Will. He wondered what Bill Turner would make of his son becoming a respectable captain. Jack took his leave, allowing Will time to get to know his men without any interference from him, and made his way back to the tavern, wondering what the gossip in town was. The chatter instantly stopped the second Jack stepped foot over the threshold and all eyes followed him as he made his way to the bar.
'Rum please.' Jack nursed his drink in his hand before taking a large gulp of it. 'Anyone here says Keating didn't deserve to die, is a liar and a hypocrite.' Jack's words hung in the air as the patrons of the inn looked at each other in shock.
'Aye, well he never caused no bother in these parts fer a while,' came a voice from the back of the room.
'Ah, but he *has* caused trouble hasn't he?' Jack turned to see if he could get a better view of the owner of the voice.
'He had no argument wi'you Sparrow.' Spoke another voice, nearer to him this time.
'Yes he did. He had an argument wi'me the minute he set foot on me ship an' attacked me wife, savvy?' A gasp went around the room, but Jack noted not many looked that surprised. No one else challenged Jack and he finished his rum, throwing the money on the bar and walked out, hands covering his pistol and sword, just in case.
'Sparrow! Wait up.' Jack closed his hand around the sword hilt and turned to see a stocky man hurrying towards him. 'I got some information ya might be interested in.'
'I'm listening.' Jack scrutinised the man intensely, causing him to fidget and shuffle his feet.
'I 'eard rumours, Keating was trying ter get a crew together an' commandeer a ship.' The man stuck his hands in his pockets to stop him wringing them together.
'Aye, so?' Jack looked bored and cast a glance towards the horizon.
'So I also 'eard that Keating had come across this map, one that supposedly belonged to Pierre Castigne.' Jack's head shot back round at the sound of the name, and he looked at the man with renewed interest.
'Castigne ya say? An' just where did Keating come across this map?' Jack took the man by the arm and led him away from the main street, in case anyone else was listening in.
'Dunno Sparrow, he came back from The Keys 'bout six months ago looking very smug an' pleased wi'himself. Let on to me an' some others that he had something o'interest, but no one would believe 'im, or else were too scared o'him ter want to go with him.' The man looked around, agitatedly.
'What would Castigne have a map for....?' Jack wondered aloud, forgetting his company for a moment. 'He don't usually have treasure maps.......' Jack brought his attention back to the man. 'What ya tellin' me this for? An' how d'ya know the map's genuine?'
'I want passage on your ship, there's people I want to avoid, like. As fer the map, I dunno any more than you Sparrow, but I do know where Keating kept it.'
'Firstly, who's after yer an' what for? Secondly, the map might not be worth me takin' ya on, and I've no need of any more crew. An' thirdly, if you're that desperate fer passage, ya'd better start addressin' me properly, savvy?' Jack frowned, not liking the man's attitude.
'Aye *Captain* Sparrow. I got debts Captain, I owe a lot of money to a lot of people an' 'ave no means o'paying them back. I'm not suggesting becoming a permanent member o'ya crew, just until you reach another port. An' I know exactly where Keating would've kept the map, so there's no risk even if the map turns out to be worthless. Although, if it really is Castigne's map, who knows what it could lead to?' He could see he was reeling the pirate captain in. 'After all, Castigne is one of t'most feared French pirates in t'waters.' He smiled hopefully, showing rotten teeth.
Jack leaned against a wall, carefully weighing up the pros and cons. Although he had plenty of hoard stashed away, they hadn't plundered another ship for weeks, and a pirate could never have too much treasure. 'If,' he mused, doubt tearing through his mind, 'if it's Castigne's, they'd be a helluva hoard. *But* Castigne never buries his treasure, an' if he did, he wouldn't have a map leadin' to it.' Jack looked at the man, not trusting him an inch, but....... 'What's yer name mate?'
'George Kelly.' Jack narrowed his eyes, then nodded and led the way towards the boat.
'Don't ya want t'map?' Kelly grabbed Jack's arm, letting go quickly when he saw the glint in Jack's eyes. 'No time like the present Captain Sparrow,' he simpered, reminding himself to at least try and show some respect.
'I'll talk it over wi'me crew first, then let ya know if I want the map and if I want yer aboard me ship, savvy?' Jack climbed into the boat and waited for Kelly to join him. 'Ya comin' or not?'
Kelly climbed clumsily in, ignoring the deep sighs and dirty looks he got off Jack, then realised the pirate expected him to row them to the ship, which was nowhere to be seen. 'Where's yer ship then?' He took up the oars and started rowing.
'Round the bay, it's not far.' Jack smiled lazily at the stout man, then settle back, using the time to study Kelly closely and to ponder some more over the mystery map.
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'I don't know Cap'n, I don't trust 'im fer a start.' Eb frowned, not liking the sound of this one bit. He cast a glance at Maddy and could see that she felt the same way.
'Nah, neither do I Eb, neither do I. You ever heard of Castigne havin' a map or the like?' Jack swirled a mouthful of rum around his mouth, before swallowing it.
'No Cap'n, but that's not to say he's never had one. I say, we get the map and study it carefully. We can always be rid of Kelly soon enough, if one o'the men don't get him first.' Eb's eyes were flashing with anger, remembering the argument that had broken out between Kelly and some of the crew over a card game, and Kelly had only been on board an hour or so at that time.
'Could the map not actually be Castigne's?' Jack and Eb looked at Maddy in bewilderment.
'What d'ya mean luv?'
'Maybe Castigne got the map off someone else. Maybe he was going to search out this treasure for himself and Keating stole it off him.' Maddy felt glad of something to occupy her mind and take it off the pain. Not to mention that she was starting to feel hemmed in staying at anchor for so long.
'If Keating had stolen it off Pierre Castigne, he'd have been dead long before now.' Eb shook his head slowly, 'No, there's something more to this, we need that map Captain.'
'We'll go now, savvy?' Jack's eyes lit up and he winked at Eb, whose grin split his face.
'Aye, aye Cap'n, I'll round Kelly up now.' Eb strode across the cabin and took the stairs two at a time, eager for some adventure. Apparently Maddy wasn't the only one feeling bored.
'I'm all right now. Jack, please let me come with y......' Maddy's words were cut off by Jack shaking his head vigorously. 'Please Jack, I wish you'd stop mollycoddling me. Every time you do something that you think is for my protection, I end up in more danger than I would otherwise have been.' Maddy instantly regretted her words when she saw the pain in Jack's eyes. 'Oh Jack, I'm sorry I didn't mean........ Jack, Jack wait!' Maddy looked on in despair as Jack stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him. She sat heavily on a chair, then picked up Jack's empty rum bottle and hurled it at the wall, cursing loudly.
Sakhara291 – I'm glad you're enjoying it. I wouldn't want Maddy's hangover either!
Hils – well of course I killed Nate, might kill someone else soon as well......
Linnie – thanks for your help (as usual). But you do have your priorities all wrong. What's schoolwork compared to reviewing? ;)
Chapter 30
'Sweet Mary!' Maddy tried to sit up, immediately regretting it as the blood pounded through her head and the cabin pitched worse than in a storm. 'What the bloody hell did you do to me Jack?' Maddy put her hands on her head, wincing as she felt the stitches. 'Oh God... Keating.' Remembrance of the previous days events came flooding back to her and Maddy groaned some more.
'S'all right luv, ya safe now.' Jack stroked Maddy's face, running a finger along her lips.
'I may be safe, but I doubt I'll ever feel the same again. How the hell d'you drink so much Jack?'
Jack laughed, cutting the laugh short as he realised the sound was hurting Maddy's head. 'It takes years o'practise, best ter start young.' His lips replaced his finger, as he kissed Maddy tenderly. 'Are you all right luv, apart from yer head that is?'
'Yes Jack, I'm all right. He didn't rape me and I have no compunction about killing him either.' Maddy smiled, but then grimaced as another bolt of pain shot through her head.
'That's good luv, I was worried fer a time. Mrs. Davies sends word that yer more than welcome ter stay wi'her if ya want.' Jack told her even though he had already sent an answer that declined the offer, for he knew Maddy wouldn't budge off the ship.
'No, I'll stay here Jack. Now sod off and let me sleep please.' Maddy pulled her husband down and kissed his lips, then turned over gingerly and pulled the blanket around her shoulders. Jack grinned at the lump in the bunk and left her in peace to sleep off the hangover and concussion.
'How is she Jack?' Will hurried to catch his friend up as he bounded up the stairs to the deck.
'She's fine Will, apart from her 'ead nearly exploding, that is.' Jack flashed a golden grin, and then called Eb over.
'Eb, I want yer to stay and watch over Maddy, but make it so it don't look like yer watching over her, savvy? Will and I are goin' back ashore ter tie up some lose ends, then we'll be off, hopefully wi'two other ships in tow.'
'Aye Cap'n, she'll be all right.' Eb watched as Jack and Will disappeared over the side of the ship, then went to check in on Maddy, creeping out when her saw she was fast asleep.
'Ya lookin' forward to becoming a captain whelp?' Jack cocked an eyebrow at Will, regarding him closely.
'I'm not sure Jack. These men are more used to having an older, more experienced man commanding them, they probably think I'm just an upstart.' Will tried to ignore the growing fear inside him.
'They're more than likely concerned more about keeping their jobs, no matter who the captain is. The only advice I'll give ya Will is this, show 'em who's boss, now, today, as soon as you meet them, savvy?' Jack looked to the shore, and was pleased to see Esme Davies waiting for them. He gave her a wave, and grinned to himself. He really liked the older woman, admiring her tough, indomitable spirit.
'I think she meant what she said about running away to sea with you Jack.' Will teased, chuckling out loud.
'Aye, an' I meant what I said about kidnapping her. She'll see ya right Will, keep her on side, an' ya've got it made.' Jack winced as a muscle protested, and wished he could dock The Pearl nearer to the port, but didn't dare. There was already talk of him all about the town, and he felt it would be best to move on sooner, rather than later. 'Ello luv, been waiting long?' Jack threw the mooring rope to a dockhand and climbed out as soon as the boat was secured.
'No, not that long Jack, besides, I like to watch the world go by. Good morning Will, the men will be along shortly, is that all right by you?'
'Y-yes, thank you Mrs. Davies,' Will stammered, his heart pounding.
'Please, if we're going to be conducting business together, the least you can do is call me Esme.' Esme Davies threaded an arm through Jack's, then Will's, and they strolled up the street to her house, enjoying the curious glances and looks of outrage she was getting from her genteel neighbours. She greeted her butler as they walked up the drive to the door and asked him to provide refreshments in the drawing room.
'Right luv, there's just the little matter of the men's wages and suchlike, and then we're all done.' Jack sat back in the easy chair, stretching his legs out.
'Yes, I've sorted by husband's books out,' she said, passing them to Will. 'There's also the matter of Mr. Keating's cut I believe.' Esme had heard rumours about what happened to Keating and was fishing for information. Jack glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, a slow smile spreading across his face.
'Ah yes, Mr. Keating. Well let's just say, he's lost interest in his cut. Lost interest in everything to be honest wi'ya.' Jack watched Fellowes as he poured the tea into bone china cups and idly wondered what price he'd fetch for them, then watched as the man went to answer a knock on the door.
'So, you did kill him then?' Esme was surprised at how calm she felt in the presence of these two men, both of whom could be killers.
'Nah luv, I didn't kill him, and neither did Will.' Jack shook his head, stroking his beard braids.
'Oh, I see. But he is dead though?'
'Aye luv, he's dead. Is that a problem for ya?' Jack eyes narrowed slightly, reminding Esme of a cat she'd had as a child, who used to narrow its eyes before pouncing on its prey.
'No, no. No problem at all. I'm glad to see the back of the man to be perfectly truthful.' Esme Davies looked around as Fellowes entered the room and announced that the crewmen were here. 'Excellent, show them through.' She stood, straightening out her skirts and smiling fondly as her husband's former crewmen walked in. The men all bid her good morning individually, then lined up, waiting to be introduced to their new captain, most hoping it wasn't the strange looking one with the beads.
Will walked along the line with Esme, nodding at each man in turn as they were introduced. He hoped he looked self-assured, but the image was dented somewhat when he walked into the back of Esme, prompting a snort of derision from Jack. 'This is Matthew Brown, he was my husband's right hand man.' Esme smiled at Matthew fondly.
Will shook his hand, noting the firm grip of the quite short man. 'Hello, Will Turner, I'm pleased to meet you.'
'Aye, likewise Captain Turner.' Brown exuded an air of quiet calm.
'I'm sure I'm going to be relying on you a lot until I get my bearings, so to speak.' Will felt his confidence soar, and cast a sly glance at Jack, who grinned, and felt strangely proud of Will. He wondered what Bill Turner would make of his son becoming a respectable captain. Jack took his leave, allowing Will time to get to know his men without any interference from him, and made his way back to the tavern, wondering what the gossip in town was. The chatter instantly stopped the second Jack stepped foot over the threshold and all eyes followed him as he made his way to the bar.
'Rum please.' Jack nursed his drink in his hand before taking a large gulp of it. 'Anyone here says Keating didn't deserve to die, is a liar and a hypocrite.' Jack's words hung in the air as the patrons of the inn looked at each other in shock.
'Aye, well he never caused no bother in these parts fer a while,' came a voice from the back of the room.
'Ah, but he *has* caused trouble hasn't he?' Jack turned to see if he could get a better view of the owner of the voice.
'He had no argument wi'you Sparrow.' Spoke another voice, nearer to him this time.
'Yes he did. He had an argument wi'me the minute he set foot on me ship an' attacked me wife, savvy?' A gasp went around the room, but Jack noted not many looked that surprised. No one else challenged Jack and he finished his rum, throwing the money on the bar and walked out, hands covering his pistol and sword, just in case.
'Sparrow! Wait up.' Jack closed his hand around the sword hilt and turned to see a stocky man hurrying towards him. 'I got some information ya might be interested in.'
'I'm listening.' Jack scrutinised the man intensely, causing him to fidget and shuffle his feet.
'I 'eard rumours, Keating was trying ter get a crew together an' commandeer a ship.' The man stuck his hands in his pockets to stop him wringing them together.
'Aye, so?' Jack looked bored and cast a glance towards the horizon.
'So I also 'eard that Keating had come across this map, one that supposedly belonged to Pierre Castigne.' Jack's head shot back round at the sound of the name, and he looked at the man with renewed interest.
'Castigne ya say? An' just where did Keating come across this map?' Jack took the man by the arm and led him away from the main street, in case anyone else was listening in.
'Dunno Sparrow, he came back from The Keys 'bout six months ago looking very smug an' pleased wi'himself. Let on to me an' some others that he had something o'interest, but no one would believe 'im, or else were too scared o'him ter want to go with him.' The man looked around, agitatedly.
'What would Castigne have a map for....?' Jack wondered aloud, forgetting his company for a moment. 'He don't usually have treasure maps.......' Jack brought his attention back to the man. 'What ya tellin' me this for? An' how d'ya know the map's genuine?'
'I want passage on your ship, there's people I want to avoid, like. As fer the map, I dunno any more than you Sparrow, but I do know where Keating kept it.'
'Firstly, who's after yer an' what for? Secondly, the map might not be worth me takin' ya on, and I've no need of any more crew. An' thirdly, if you're that desperate fer passage, ya'd better start addressin' me properly, savvy?' Jack frowned, not liking the man's attitude.
'Aye *Captain* Sparrow. I got debts Captain, I owe a lot of money to a lot of people an' 'ave no means o'paying them back. I'm not suggesting becoming a permanent member o'ya crew, just until you reach another port. An' I know exactly where Keating would've kept the map, so there's no risk even if the map turns out to be worthless. Although, if it really is Castigne's map, who knows what it could lead to?' He could see he was reeling the pirate captain in. 'After all, Castigne is one of t'most feared French pirates in t'waters.' He smiled hopefully, showing rotten teeth.
Jack leaned against a wall, carefully weighing up the pros and cons. Although he had plenty of hoard stashed away, they hadn't plundered another ship for weeks, and a pirate could never have too much treasure. 'If,' he mused, doubt tearing through his mind, 'if it's Castigne's, they'd be a helluva hoard. *But* Castigne never buries his treasure, an' if he did, he wouldn't have a map leadin' to it.' Jack looked at the man, not trusting him an inch, but....... 'What's yer name mate?'
'George Kelly.' Jack narrowed his eyes, then nodded and led the way towards the boat.
'Don't ya want t'map?' Kelly grabbed Jack's arm, letting go quickly when he saw the glint in Jack's eyes. 'No time like the present Captain Sparrow,' he simpered, reminding himself to at least try and show some respect.
'I'll talk it over wi'me crew first, then let ya know if I want the map and if I want yer aboard me ship, savvy?' Jack climbed into the boat and waited for Kelly to join him. 'Ya comin' or not?'
Kelly climbed clumsily in, ignoring the deep sighs and dirty looks he got off Jack, then realised the pirate expected him to row them to the ship, which was nowhere to be seen. 'Where's yer ship then?' He took up the oars and started rowing.
'Round the bay, it's not far.' Jack smiled lazily at the stout man, then settle back, using the time to study Kelly closely and to ponder some more over the mystery map.
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'I don't know Cap'n, I don't trust 'im fer a start.' Eb frowned, not liking the sound of this one bit. He cast a glance at Maddy and could see that she felt the same way.
'Nah, neither do I Eb, neither do I. You ever heard of Castigne havin' a map or the like?' Jack swirled a mouthful of rum around his mouth, before swallowing it.
'No Cap'n, but that's not to say he's never had one. I say, we get the map and study it carefully. We can always be rid of Kelly soon enough, if one o'the men don't get him first.' Eb's eyes were flashing with anger, remembering the argument that had broken out between Kelly and some of the crew over a card game, and Kelly had only been on board an hour or so at that time.
'Could the map not actually be Castigne's?' Jack and Eb looked at Maddy in bewilderment.
'What d'ya mean luv?'
'Maybe Castigne got the map off someone else. Maybe he was going to search out this treasure for himself and Keating stole it off him.' Maddy felt glad of something to occupy her mind and take it off the pain. Not to mention that she was starting to feel hemmed in staying at anchor for so long.
'If Keating had stolen it off Pierre Castigne, he'd have been dead long before now.' Eb shook his head slowly, 'No, there's something more to this, we need that map Captain.'
'We'll go now, savvy?' Jack's eyes lit up and he winked at Eb, whose grin split his face.
'Aye, aye Cap'n, I'll round Kelly up now.' Eb strode across the cabin and took the stairs two at a time, eager for some adventure. Apparently Maddy wasn't the only one feeling bored.
'I'm all right now. Jack, please let me come with y......' Maddy's words were cut off by Jack shaking his head vigorously. 'Please Jack, I wish you'd stop mollycoddling me. Every time you do something that you think is for my protection, I end up in more danger than I would otherwise have been.' Maddy instantly regretted her words when she saw the pain in Jack's eyes. 'Oh Jack, I'm sorry I didn't mean........ Jack, Jack wait!' Maddy looked on in despair as Jack stormed out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him. She sat heavily on a chair, then picked up Jack's empty rum bottle and hurled it at the wall, cursing loudly.