Englehorn's pistol was pointing directly at Jack and Jimmy, Jack stood to his feet and held up his hands. "Englehorn, don't do this...Jimmy knows." Jack whispered. "I know that he knows. Why do you think I have a pistol at your head!" Englehorn yelled. "Don't hurt, Jim... you can kill me. But he has a life to live, me I got nothing." Jack tried his best to coax the madden captian. As he walked up to him...BAM! BAM! Englehorn fired twice, hitting Jack in the leg but the second shot managed to miss Jimmy...Englehorn dashed off. Jimmy, forgetting about himself, leaped out of bed and ran to Jack's side. "I'm fine, Jimmy" Jack moaned. "You've been shot... you aren't fine! I'll kill him, I swear to you." Jimmy was determine, now...more than ever. He took off to find Englehorn, and there he found him...getting ready to jump into the water. Jimmy grabbed him and continously punched him over and over...Englehorn's pocket knife rolled across the deck, he kicked Jimmy off to him and crawled over to the knife. Jimmy stamped on his foot and grabbed the tiny knife, and rammed it into Englehorn. Wounding him. Jimmy dropped the knife and looked at the blood on his hands, he looked down at the bleeding captian...then ran to help Jack.
A week later...
Jimmy laid on the couch at Jack's apartment, he flipped through the pages of a tiny booklet. Trying to read all the words. Jack smiled and wheeled his wheelchair over to him, due to the leg wound...Jack was paralyzed from the waist down. But he didn't care, as long as Jimmy had pulled out ok...and so he did. Englehorn was arrested the moment they made land, and Jack was rushed to the hospital and released the next day. Jimmy smiled at Jack, and sat up. "Do you think you will ever walk again?" Jimmy asked. "Probably not...that bullet got me good. But with a friend like you...maybe I can learn to stand. Maybe not walk, but stand. For you...I can stand" Jack whispered.
THE END