Ugh, that draft. That draft had been one long period of shame for Jack Sparrow. First mate on the ugliest tub in the sea, under Norrington, no less. The newcomer Hornblower chosen over him as captain, even though he'd had more experience. It had stung. Things had only improved upon the capture of the Elizabeth, that fair flying vessel. But that hadn't ended well.

Ugh. With Captain Hornblower in command. Jack throws up in his mouth a little.

"You smug bastard, Kennedy. Very well; how many guns did you say you had?"