Early the next morning, Lieutenant Phillip Osprey trooped down the stairs to the brig on his Captain's orders. He had been told to interrogate the pirate as far as possible, without endangering himself. Phillip assumed there wouldn't be much chance of that happening, as Jack was locked up, and his weapons had been taken away from him.

"Morning, sir", said the lieutenant politely.

"How can I be of service?" replied Jack grumpily, disappointed to be awoken from his slumber. "Come to interrogate me, have you?"

"I like to think of it more as an interview," smirked Lieutenant Osprey, "shall we begin?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, actually. What were you doing aboard the Fidelity this morning? And, more to the point, what exactly were you doing in Miss Beecham's cabin?"

"Well, it- it's not what you think, mate," stuttered Jack. He was telling the truth, it wasn't. "I was looking for a place to hide, that's all."

"And why is that, exactly?"

Jack sighed. Would it be worth telling the truth? All he had to lose was his pride. Well, and his life, once The Fidelity returned to shore.

"I lost my ship," Jack confessed, sadly, "in a game of chance."

The lieutenant almost laughed. "You what?"

Jack nodded in embarrassment. "I was drunk; I wouldn't have done it normally. Never trust a pirate, eh?"

"Of course. Who did you lose it to? One of your own crew members?"

"No, a stranger in Tortuga. I thought I'd win, to be honest with you. The only reason I did it. I even-"

"Why did you need to hide?" interrupted Lieutenant Osprey.

"He was looking for this; the man who was stole my ship." Jack reached into a deep pocket and pulled out an object wrapped in cloth.

The young lieutenant was now intrigued. "What is it?" he asked eagerly. Jack grinned.

"Now why would I be telling you that? All you need to know is that he wants it, and tried to kill myself and my entire crew to get his hands on it. I just swam to the first floating thing I saw. Will that be all?"

A ship approached on the horizon. With ripped sails, terrifying cannons and an even worse crew, it was preparing for an attack on The Fidelity.

"Marissa!" yelled Captain Beecham as he stormed into his daughter's room. Marisa looked up from the book she had been reading. "I need you to stay in here, darling and not worry." He turned to exit.

"Why, what's the matter?" Marissa enquired.

"Pirates," her father said reluctantly.

"Pirates? Are they anything to do with the one from last ni-?"

"No, I don't think so. Please don't be frightened, everything will be fine, I promise you."

He left, after kissing her briefly on the top of her head. He locked the door behind him.

Marissa's cabin lurched as a cannonball hurtled through the window, shattering glass all over the room. Terrified, she dived behind the bed for shelter.

In the brig, another one thundered through the wall of Jack's cell, smashing through the lock. Tentatively, he pushed the door and it creaked open. He gathered his effects, and tiptoed up the stairs to the deck, and as he pushed open the trapdoor he saw a scene of chaos and bloodshed. A body collapsed onto the trapdoor, slamming it shut. Jack eased it open and pulled himself out of the hole.

Back in her cabin, Marissa was panicking. A boot was coming in through her window, presumably attached to a body. She ran to the door and struggled with the handle.

"Oh, God…" she muttered as a pair of legs emerged through the window.

Jack edged into the shadows as a bullet whistled past his ear. He tried the doorknob behind him, exactly as he had done the previous night, but the door wouldn't budge. He took hold of it firmly and hurled his shoulder against it. The door burst open, knocking Marissa further into the room. Stunned, she looked at Jack, and then at the figure standing next to her window. Jack pulled out his pistol, shot him in the leg, grabbed Marissa's arm and pulled her out of the room.

"What are you doing?" Marissa demanded.

"Saving your life," Jack replied. They both ducked as a pirate swung down from the crow's nest, snatching Jack's hat as he passed.

"My hat! Stay here," he added to Marissa, who nodded.

"Marissa!" said a familiar voice. Marissa looked up to see her father standing over her. "I thought I told you to stay in the cabin."

"Well, I did, but-"

"Never mind," Terence pulled her to her feet. "We have to-" He didn't finish his sentence as he was dragged backwards by his hair by one of the attacking pirates. Marissa made as if to run after him, but Jack, complete with hat, reappeared and held her back.

"Wait for the opportune moment," he smiled. Marissa did not smile back. She kept her eyes fixed on the man holding her father. She saw him take a step back and draw his pistol. Her eyes widened.

"No," she breathed. She watched as the man shot her father. The bullet seemed to move in slow motion, spinning in mid-air, and then finally connecting with Terence's shoulder. The force of the shot flung the ship's captain into the sea. Marissa broke free from Jack's grip, and dove over the edge of the Fidelity. She landed in the cool water, and after emerging for a short breath, she plunged under the water, desperate to find her father. She swam deep and far, as far as she could go, until she felt herself losing consciousness. However, she pressed on, intent on rescuing her one surviving family member from death. As she reached a greater depth, she felt herself fading, going, until she felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around her middle. He swam with her to the surface, where she regained consciousness as her head broke from the water. She took in gulps of fresh air, and turned to face her rescuer. It was Jack. Marissa frowned.

"Stay there," Jack pointed to a large rock about two metres away. Marissa swam to it and clung to it. Minutes later, Jack re- emerged, holding Marissa's father. He swam to the rock, and placed Terence on it. Jack shook his head.

"He's dead." He looked at Marissa. "I'm sorry, I truly am."

"It's not your fault", Marissa said softly, and began to sob.