It was late at night when Jill awoke again, wrapped up in Jack's strong arms. Slowly, Jill unwrapped herself from Jack and pulled on a lightweight rode. Grabbing a lamp and lighting it, she left the room. Going downstairs to the deck she stood in the soft moonlight, soaking in the sea breeze. Setting the lamp down on a small table, Jill leaned heavily on the railing, looking out over a beautiful garden. She closed her eyes and imagined herself back aboard the Pearl, the wind whipping her hair around, the sea spray wetting her face.
Jill's eyes flashed open as a cold hand closed over her moth and another snaked around her waist. The hands were small, smaller than Jack's at least.
"Finally. Who would have though I'd find you in Port Royal," an all to familiar voice whispered harshly in Jill's ear.
The hands spun her and Jill came face to face with Arthur Conn again before her world we black.