Will futilely stared at the spot willing them to emerge. A persistent knocking rapped his guilty conscience driving him deeper into despair. Knocking…

Will slowly turned and curiously strode to the other side of the ship, and peered cautiously over the side.

"Well it's bloody about time! No no no! Shhh!" Jack warned quietly as Will turned to burst the joyous news, "Go tell Gibbs and don't let on. Keep to the code. Shoo!"

Will hurried over to Mr Gibbs and stood next to him.

"Jack is on the other side of the ship. He says not to let on and keep to the code." He murmured, looking apprehensively at the encircling fin.

"I suppose we should get him before the sharks do then." Mr. Gibbs replied, following Will's gaze. "D'ye think we're swifter than the Moclips?"

"I shouldn't be surprised. Why?"

"Keep to the Code lads! They've killed Captain Jack!" Gibbs hollered wrathfully. The crew responded with a deafening roar of fury and began firing vengefully as the ship slowly began to move. Gibbs grabbed Will by the sleeve and they ran to where Jack and Tori were clinging to the ship. Her head rested weakly on his shoulder, and he was anxiously eyeing the water as dark shapes seemed to cross beneath them, while struggling to keep them both afloat.

"Don' t bother to hurry." Jack grunted sarcastically.

Gibbs heaved them a line and called for the helmsmen to turn starboard. As the boom came around, so were Jack and Tori flown out of the sea and onto the deck and collapsed upon the deck.
Jack grasped Will's extended hand to be pulled to his feet. "Well lad, one antidote for you're bonnie lass back in your possession." He reached into his pocket to produce the box. It wasn't there. He grinned apologetically and held up a finger and checked the other pocket.

The smile faded.

He turned, panicky, to Tori who held the box to him silently in her right hand.

/Thank you/ he mouthed with his pressing his hands together in gratitude, taking the box and passing it in turn to Will. There it was, nestled in the little case, the silver gleaming dully. Everything he had been looking for.

By now, the crew realized Jack had indeed not been killed, and cheerfully came to clap him on the back and congratulate him on yet another unbelievable escape.

He absorbed the praise, swelling slightly, until the scout shouted down from the crow's nest a perplexing question.

'Captain! Why aren't they following?"

Jack pushed through the throng and leapt up on the railing. Will rushed Jack's spyglass over and he focused on the stationary Moclips.

"They could easily be after us!" Jack said from behind the glass. He pulled it from his eye "WHAT'RE YOU DOING!" He demanded, at the top of his lungs, furiously of the rival ship.

"It's possible," came a quiet voice from the starboard deck. Jack whirled and saw Tori still sitting where she had collapsed, leaning against the side of the ship. "In fact it's very possible," she continued with her eyes closed "that something could be wrong with their anchor…. Or rudder…. Or both." Two pins fell from her hand and rolled along the deck. Jack stopped them with his boot and stooped to pick them up. He examined them for only a second and let out a whoop.

"Tori lass you amazing girl you! Women bad luck on ships. What a ridiculous superstition eh!"

Tori smiled weakly and Jack noticed her left arm holding her side. He crouched down and gently lifted it. Blood rushed from under her hand and Jack quickly put her hand back. He looked worriedly at her smooth face, and saw the pain she was trying to mask. The crew fell silent and Will pushed forward. Her barely audible short and irregular breaths were suddenly deafening, and Jack cupped her face in his grimy bejeweled hands.

"Oh Tori, what've you done?"