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(A/N: This is a full rewrite of the first chapter of Grief. I wrote it all the way back in 2019 so it needed to be done.) He just witnessed his own ship, the Barnacle, being obliterated into pieces by naval cannons that were meant for the Misty Lady. He watched as his boat split into multiple pieces, the mast burning, the deck collapsing on itself. At that moment, he wanted to scream but all he could get out was a quiet "...no!" And there he was, belowdecks of the ship captained by the man he ran away from a year ago, surrounded by chairs scattered across the floor and things thrown off of shelves. His face was sweaty, and red from anger was shown through his tanned skin. His fists were clenched so hard, his knuckles were turning white. He feared the "Man-Who-Might-Be-Father" would blow up at him and give him a good lashing, but he was too angry to think about it. Teague just stood there in silence as they stared at each other. Jack turned his back to him and started to