Life, so precious a gift yet we are so quick to dismiss what we have been given. For, sittin within the human heart is the ability to start a change to sustain the entire world. Unfurl its might and yes, despite the odds, not even the Gods could fight against such a force. For the course of time itself can be changed with the concentrated aim of one human soul.

Jack, barely awake can hear the faint chirp of birds in the distance. His insistence to open his eyes gives him quite the surprise when he spies he is in his own bed. His head quickly feeling as a brick of lead he lies back down instead and feels the lump from the rudders massive bump on his person. Desertion of a worthy task never known to Jack he soon realised he had almost given his last to cast the St. James asunder. Wondering what happened he spies Dio enter his room to attend to his wounds and assumes he can fill him in.

Jack: "What in the world happened?"

Dio: "You were slackened by the rudder then went under the waves." "I saved your life but you hung on but the edge of a knife." "Though rife with danger I wagered you would live being a derive of your fathers' line."

Jack: "Well,..I'm fine!"

Jack immediately got up and felt as if his head was stuffed with rocks. He cocked to one side and abided back down into bed.

Jack: "Perhaps I sped too soon I may have to attune to my wounds."

Dio: "You will soon enough be up."

Jack: "So what happened?"

Dio: "I imagined you might have some memory loss." "But your thoughts were sound." "The rudder's surround prevented the men from sealing the holes and doled out the ship's fate." "In about ten minutes' wait they were abandoning ship and all of its equip." "It easily tipped to the side and was bid goodbye by the swells." "You deserve a well-deserved pat on the back after saving over fifty men from being sacked."

Jack: "As long as my enact will go unseen by the Queen that's fine by me."

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A few weeks have now past and Jack has cast himself to the task at hand which meant finding the crew. He knew Capt. Horn was fond of the bottle so without further dawdle he walked into every pub within London's hub and was immediately shoved out on his ass when Horn's name was cast out in conversation. Their elation was immediately smited because apparently, Horn conspired to drink them dry. With their supply running short they all retorted. "He'll be supported by a noose if he steps foot under my roof!"

Jack deduced that his attack on Lyn's request might have tested his palate but flared his alcoholic habits to booze so then he did choose to look for Mr. Robbins instead.

Quickly treading North West to test his gut instinct but he knew Rob would have to sink a lot of manufacture aide to make Lyn's request so he set his sights on Smethwick. Understand this was a shot in the dark but finding our patriarch of machines means he wouldn't be far from the chimney steam coming from this being England's main manufacturing scene.

He strolled into a local Smethwick bar and there lying on the floor was an old friend that had been shown his up end transcended into a drunken stupor. It was Capt. Horn looking quite forlorn. So Jack grabbed a decorative bugle horn off the wall and played it into his ear to clear the beer from his misshapen sphere. His head still permanently scarred across its hemisphere from him attaining flight through Leo's windowpane.

Jack: (((TOOOOOOOT!)))

Horn: "Aye!" "Matey!" "Cough Hak, Hak, Hak!" "Oh!" "Mr. Jack!" "Tis good to see ye laddy."

Then the Capt immediately dug into his breast pocket to wrest out his flask of rotten decay. The...