The pirate would not stop running until the path to the hospital camp was in sight. This was his cue to stop and stay. He had stored a supply of water and food nearby so that he wouldn't have to walk into the camp unnecessarily. Jack did not want to get in the way of the healers, but most of all he didn't want to lead any enemies back to them. It was his job to keep them away. Period.

Still, the killing of that Elite made him feel as though perhaps he had done his own bit of rescuing. Fewer might be killed, now. And then, of course, there was the satisfaction of vengeance. Jack found a log he was accustomed to sitting upon and began to break apart, check, and load his weapons.