Almyra stood at the helm of the Pearl, watching Gibbs walk over the deck, drunk and singing as he bumbled around.

Almyra smiled at the sight, humming along to Gibbs' song as he gruffly made melodies of the words.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum

Drink and the devil had done for the rest

Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum."

Both of them stopped the tune when they heard a loud bell toll from the nearby port, where Jack had slipped away on his own.

Almyra looked up to see a frenzied murder of crows flying off in the foggy, eerie night sky.

"What are you up to, Jack?" She whispered to herself, sighing at the concern she felt blossoming in her chest.