"...sulky damned misbegotten thief of a privateer!" Jack concludes, spinning around on his heel to face Wellard--

--who isn't there any longer. Jack blinks.

"Where've you gone to, lad?"

He starts toward the stairs belowdecks, but as he does he catches a glimpse of the young man making his way quickly across the floating pier toward shore.

"Mr. Wellard!"