It is 1805 aboard an English ship, HMS Surprise, set to find the French ship Acheron, and to "burn, sink or take her a prize".

Jaime was around 19 years old and the only girl on the whole ship. She had signed on as part of the crew, the name Jaime had been considered a boy's name and only proven otherwise after the ship had left port. She was kept on after proving herself an able sailor and was seldom treated different than the rest of the guys. Her main job was assistant coxswain, also doing the occasional odd jobs, sometimes without being told.

She had lived through the storm. Jaime was actually on duty when it came up and was kept on to help keep control of the wheel.

Then the fight with the Acheron came. She was given a sword and boarded the French ship to fight with everyone else. Jaime was good with a sword and felled many of the French ship's occupants with the blade. Someone came up behind her and someone with a very familiar voice called out to warn her. Jaime turned and received the blade meant for her heart in her wrist and chest near her neck. Though wounded, she continued to swing her sword. She heard Captain Jack Aubrey claim victory and sat on the floor against a crate. The images of the dead and wounded bodies mixed in with the signs of battle blurred into one bloody mess all together.

The blurred but familiar settings and faces that Jaime first noticed when she woke up, sore and in much pain but not showing it, let her know she was back on the Surprise. The face of Dr. Stephen came into focus as he was bandaging her wounds at the present moment; he was covered in random splotches of blood and looked tired. He asked if she was in pain, but just shook his head and did what she told him to do when she answered, "Nothing too serious, go tend to the others who need your services more than I, sir." Though, truth be told, the pain was almost unbearable. She got out of her hammock to offer it to someone else and went up to the deck.

The battle's human cost was obvious as bodies were being sewn into bags for their burial at sea, and there were still some who hadn't been attended to, as many of the living were wounded or assessing or repairing the damage done. All that could be spared for this grim task were.

Jaime went to the nearest still uncovered and attempted to complete the task as her one hand was bandaged and the wound in her chest was becoming more painful. She picked up the already threaded needle and began sewing together the two ends of cloth over the body, starting to sew it into the cloth coffin that it would soon be sent to it's watery grave in. Pausing only when she could no longer stand the physical pain anymore, she then looked last upon the face that had become a friendly sight over the past two months at sea, the face of a good friend Peter.

She sat there for a few moments, with needle in hand, not being able to put the final stitches in, just lost in thought. She knew that she should've been one of the dead, that she should not have survived, but should've been one of the bodies lying there being prepared for their final resting place to become fish food. But she wasn't, someone had called her name and she had survived.

Jaime moved to start up again with the last few stitches, but withdrew as the pain suddenly increased. Someone came up behind her and sat next to her, Jaime could feel it though her eyes were closed. He took her hand with the needle in it in his and he completed the job by guiding her hand. Jaime opened her eyes to see the deep green ones of the person whom she had become closest with, coxswain Barrett Bonden.