by Kenovay
Apart from the captain, of course. Jack barely ever had to raise his voice. His position was unassailable.
Although the illness had been a shock. Jack wasn't sure why. Tortuga was infested with illnesses, and he'd been lucky to avoid them before. The bloodletting had been... unpleasant, to say the least, and costly too. He glanced at the ruined mess of his arm, and then looked quickly away again.
So what? I'm not as impregnable as I thought. No need to feel so uneasy. But Jack did. It was as though the needles poking into his veins had poked holes in his barriers as well. He had a niggle at the back of his mind, something muttering 'Your luck has changed'.
