Jack Sharkbane was lying on his deathbed. he'd fought a great war, he won, too. america was free, but he had just grown too old. his mind flashed back to all the advetures he had before, and the people to go along with it. all his life he met new people, saw new places. In his life, he'd grown attached to all of them. some are dead, and some are living. he recounted the first time he set sail with his crew; Maria Fireheart, Arribella Smith, That old insane man named Swash, all of them. he even remembered the time when he was in norway, and met a girl who lived in a little house in the middle of the woods, who talked with him for a while, and the next morning, she was gone. he still didn't know what that was about, but she had helped him a great deal. he opened his eyes and saw all the people with a sad look in there eyes. he smiled, for he knew he had done his part in possibly the greatest plan the world had ever seen. and then, with a warn smile, he closed his eyes for the last time.


The End