It had been days of JJ being weird, distant, and even a little mean. You were growing deeply worried about him. When you approached him on the back deck of the tuna boat Rafe had somehow managed to secure, he had a bottle of bourbon in hand, staring out at the sea.

You two were on the way to Morocco, along with the rest of the pogues, and Rafe. Your goal was to find the blue crown, a priceless artifact of Blackbeard’s.