Captain Alae Megallen of The Mairess stepped reluctantly back aboard her ship, her cutlass at the ready and her eyes tracing across the empty deck. Moonlight streamed through thick storm clouds, reflecting in Jameson's glassy, dead eyes as he lay upon his side on the ship's deck. Alae did not move for some time, knowing of Jack's presence before he ever said a word.
"This is not your war to fight." She whispered, almost sounding defeated as she did so.
"Mutiny between pirates always has been me war, lass." Captain Sparrow answered, for the first time not out of pure sarcasm but merely to state the truth. Alae did not reply but crouched beside her brother and gently set his lids closed, stroking the side of his face. She removed the gold chain from his neck and slipped it over her head easily before moving to stand. Captain Megallen clutched at her ribs as she stood, taking in a short breath and hunching over slightly. She ignored the pain in her side and scrubbed her eyes wearily.
"This mutiny could be the last." Alae explained in a cold voice, turning to face Captain Sparrow.
"Ye think so?" He questioned but she only shook her head and paced back toward the ramp leading from the ship.
"I haven't the time to explain, Jack. I have a crew to inform."