Chapter Nine

Talks:

Jack paced the floor across the way in his cabin. He had hours, the last time they came up short he killed one of his men. There were no docking sites along the way so no ships to rob. He sank to the ground in front of his desk leaning against it. He wanted to kill him. He had dreams of doing it. He had thought of every way possible. Drowning him, hanging him, gutting him and leaving him on the floor of his own ship like he deserved. He wanted to watch the life fade from his eyes like he had to watch Jason. He leaned his head back into the desk. Maybe he could just kill him tomorrow, he smirked. Get close enough to him just to run his knife through him. He smiled. He felt like if he could kill Rowling and maybe his first mate, everything would fall apart and it would go back to the way it was. This was his only option. He needed to end it all, he needed to kill Rowling and if he died doing it then s