I know, finally another update. Things have been busy for me with the holidays and everything, but things seem to be slowing down now. Hopefully I can get back to writing some more. We'll see.

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Locking Jack in the brig was the best thing that I had done in all of my thirty-five years of existence. I was almost mad at myself for not doing it sooner. It was perfect; I still had him around but I could limit my contact with him. In fact, in almost a month's time, I had only seen him twice.

I knew that he was angry and wanted out. Jack wanted to get out an breathe the fresh ocean air but I wasn't going to let him go anywhere. At least, not until we reached Shipwreck Cove. And I wasn't even sure about then.

If I ever did decide to let him out, I'd make sure to get the information about this "immortality" that he kept babbling about – all of it. So, if he did run off (and believe me, he probably would), I could get to it before he did. There was no way that I was going to get tricked by Jack again; not if I had anything to say about it, that is.

When I woke up one morning, I was greeted by the bright and shining sun. I let out a smile and then a yawn, stretching out to loosen myself up. As I slid out of bed, I slid my feet into my boots. Upon rising from the bed, I stretched one more time. A few minutes later, John burst into my quarters.

"I'm sorry t' bother ye, Cap'n," he said, breathless, "but there's somefin wrong with Cap'n Jack."

"Jack is not a captain, John," I told him, irritated. "He is a crewman, just like you. Now what is wrong with him?"

"He's goin' crazy and wants ye t' come and see 'im."

I thought about it for a few minutes before deciding what to do. Either Jack was really going crazy or this was some sort of trick. He was already addled beyond fixing, so it had to be the latter.

"You can go tell Jack that I am not falling for his tricks," I commanded.

"I don't think that's such a good idea."

"And why not?"

"He said he's gonna break out if ye don't go down there."

I let out a sigh. I knew that he'd find some sort of way to break out. If anyone could figure it out, he would. Rushing past John, I made my way down to the brig. I wasn't the least bit shocked to see the door laying on the ground and him standing there. His arms were folded across his chest and a smile was on his face.

"Half-barrel hinges, love," he said, saving me the trouble of having to ask. "Wif the righ' leverage, they popped right off. Pop!"

He swayed a little and I knew that he was extremely drunk (if the empty bottles laying on the ground did not tell me that already.) I was tempted to pick up a bottle and start drinking with him, but I knew that I would later regret it for one reason or another.

"Wanna find the key, love?" he asked, staggering towards me. "I've still got it." He leaned in and placed his mouth by my ear. "I love ye so much, Elsa," he whispered. He then stepped back. "I love you!" he yelled. "We should ge' a house by the seaside and make babies! Lotsa babies!"

I wanted to laugh, but I restrained myself. "I don't have time for this Jack," I told him. "We've got to pay someone a visit."

"Who? The queen? I love the queenie!"

"No," I replied. "We're going to be meeting with your dad."

"Oh," he said flatly, instantly sobering up.

So, any thoughts on this latest chapter? I'm not too sure how I feel about it.