[His gaze turns dark for a moment, wild even. He looks quite ready to shout at the heavens and curse out the Lord but he doesn't. Instead, he holds his silence for the longest of moments and just sighs. The anger that gripped him momentarily flashes within his eyes and causes that jaw of his to tense some.]

Even so, wouldn't it be best to try me luck while I can?

[He asks once he finds his voice again. The very idea of losing his beloved ship is like a dagger to the heart. Jack could feel that fear constrict around his very soul like a serpent. He can't imagine life without those majestic black sails and the soft rocking of her deck. It's enough to bring a tear to those angry eyes but Jack doesn't cry.

Much like Mary here, he drinks instead. A bottle of rum.]

I've lost her before, luv. And she always came back. I sold my very soul to ensure she'll come back.