Jack slept in the chair next to Jimmy's bed, that is when Englehorn grabbed him and threw him down on the hallway floor. "I posioned him for Hayes...and the others. Is that what you want to hear, Mr.Driscoll?" Englehorn remarked. "Jimmy did nothing wrong and you know it. He survived, and if anything that causes for celebration...NOT murder." Jack argued. "Mr.Driscoll, think about it. Jimmy is a cabin boy, he's caused enough trouble. If anything I believe that the death of my crew...lays on his hands. He's bad luck." Englehorn whispered. "Jimmy is not bad luck, he's my friend and right now in a bad state. So either you let me care for him or I'll tell everyone on this hellship what you did." Jack threatened. Englehorn looked as if he was about to say something, but just walked away.
Later that night...
Jack woke up to hearing horrible gagging noises...he found Jimmy on the floor, vomitting awfully bad. Jack knelt next to him, and rubbed his back. "Let it out, Jimmy...let it come out." Jack cooed into Jimmy's ear. After 5 minutes, Jimmy had finally stopped his vomitting. Jack helped Jimmy into bed and began to clean the floor, after finishing the floor...he cleaned Jimmy up. "Sorry about that, Mr.Driscoll." Jimmy whispered. "Hey, don't worry. If it makes you feel better, then I'm okay with it." Jack stated. "I'm bad luck, just like Captian Englehorn says. You shouldn't be around me, I could kill you." Jimmy said hoarsley. "Jim, I traveled with you to Skull Island for about nine weeks, I hugged you in that damn spider pit. I saved you from drowning. If you are bad luck, I would have my will already at the library." Jack laughed. "I love you, Mr.Driscoll...don't die." Jimmy pleaded. "I could never die without knowing you were with me." Jack whispered.