"I hate him."

"Ok."

"I'm going to kill him."

"Like you killed Jack?"

"Yeah."

I looked at him. Damn him! He was so. so.. good. And calm and "I hate you."

"Ok, are you going to kill me?"

"Maybe."

"Well if you get sudden urges to kill yours truly let me know, so I can tie you up."

"No."

"Oh, please do, we've got a long ride ahead of us, and it will be tons easier if I don't die half way there. You'd be terrible lonely."

I punched him hard on the shoulder and turned away, eye's brimming with tears..How does he do it? Take pain so lightly. When I was sore I'd go and kill something. He's joke. How!

"Where to?" I asked after a while.

"I promised you I'd show you France, now I will."

"France!"

"Oui."

"But food?"

"It's a stock boat!"

For the first time I looked around to find he was right. He's stolen one of the life boats that also served as a storage cabin.

I laughed. Laughed long and hard. I was going to France.

My heart sank. "Do you ever think we shall return to the Pearl?"

There was something in his eyes. Something that makes me think that I did know every thing about him. or anything about him.

"Perhaps." He said, looking away, as if to hide something.

"Nicola, is everything alright?"

"What? Oh yes, its just been so long.. since I was. home."

Oh yes. HOME... His eyes might as well have glazed over.