June was gone, and Jack was stuck with no sails in the middle of nowhere. Parting is such sweet sorrow. If only he had stayed with her like she wanted, then she'd be safe with him. Hanging his head in regret he relieved his neck of its burden, being crouched at the helm and staring into the distance, where the island was hidden behind the horizon, was not a comfortable position. They had been drifting all day and as it neared dusk the tiny speck, that represented the island, had finally been lost even to the magnifications of the telescope.

Scoaruge had long ago prepared him stew, which was now cold beside him; he was not in the mood to eat. How could he, when he didn't know if June was being fed? She could be being tortured as he ate his nutritious soup, he just couldn't live with that.

A racket rose from outside ship, waking him from his thoughts, it sounded like someone clambering up the side. Pulling out his dagger he edge closer to the side and looked over; sure enough there was a figure pulling themselves up on a rope. Jack reached down, grabbing the person by the collar, and yanked them on board. He threw the mysteries figure to the floor, holding his trusty dagger at its throat.

"Jack, Jack wait!" Blake held up his hands in surrender, trying to get the surly Captain to calm down.

Jack cast him an evil look, "Why should I wait! I should cut your throat right now, you traitor."

"Jack, you don't understand. I- I had no choice, he threatened to tell the King about the island, and no one is allowed to know." There was a note of pleading in his voice as he continued, "You have to believe me Jack, we can't lose our island to people who would capitalize it."

Jack spat at his feet, he was disgusted, but he couldn't blame the islander. Sheathing his knife he held his hand out to Blake, and pulled him to his feet.

(Break)

"June, you don't have to be these way." Garrison pleaded as he held his arms out to his captive.

June merely grunted turning away from him in abhorrence. He had dressed her up like a doll in a dress with a hoped skirt and bodice, which she had run away from back home. It seems that she would never be free of the etiquette and restrictions that came from her dull life.

Wrapping his arms around her, Garrison trailed kisses up and down her neck; she stiffened in his grasp but she could do nothing, a fly in a spider's web. If only Jack were here, she wished silently as the sloppy kisses burned her- so unlike Jack's. Jack would not come for her though, and she couldn't escape. She had learned about Jack's position, drifting away out in the ocean, and Garrison had set his own course for Port Royal, they would arrive there any day now. There was no hope for her.

Unless…

June turned towards Garrison and took his mouth with her own, she deepened the kiss mounting it passionately like a stead.

"Oh Garrison." She breathed into the kiss, "I didn't know what I was missing with Jack, but now…"

"I thought you'd see things my way." The Captain was ecstatic, falling into her body like a pool.

He didn't see her hand, distracted with its own mission, inching forward till it grabbed the brass candlestick on a desk. There was no time to comprehend what she was doing, when she suddenly pulled out of the kiss and smashed the heavy brass into his thick skull

He fell to the ground with a thunk.