"The water. The sea."



There's an ache in his throat, in his heart, and visible in his eyes as he looks both at and right through the woman in front of him.

Jack shifts his stance suddenly, looking nervous and addressing the air to her right. "Doldrums, sir, has the entire crew on edge."

And then to her left, glaring furiously into space.

"I have no sympathy for any of you feculent maggots, and no more patience to pretend otherwise!"

He brushes past her and leaps up onto the railing, taking hold of a rope and looking out over the Pearl's empty



expanse of deck.

"Gentlemen, I wash my hands of this weirdness."

He steps out into space, swinging toward the flat salt desert below.