:: Finding no solace in slumber, Jack lies in his Sickbay bunk, silently cursing the enemy gunner responsible for his current predicament. He listens to the familiar sounds of the ship as she and her crew make ready to strike the prey they've found. Earlier, he heard the soft creaks of the tackle falls as the barge was swung over, and he'd smiled with pride at the lack of discernable splashing of the boat being settled into the water ::
"Whatever ye've found, mates, I hope her holds are bursting with swag..." he whispered.