Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

The rain was definitely slacking up, and so was the wind. Jack
could now look up at the topmasts without nearly drowning. He still
couldn’t see much, but he thought all of them seemed intact.
The light of a lantern suddenly shone, as the relief watch arrived. It
was two bells of the morning watch…the long night was nearly over.
Jack squinted through the still-pelting rain, and saw Second Mate
Connery, accompanied by Trafford and the stolid Banks. The
helmsman currently on watch, Matthews again, headed down the
ladder like a man who was looking forward to donning comparatively
dry clothes and crawling into his hammock for a well-earned rest.
“Captain, by the time the rest of these clouds blow off, it’ll be
dawn,” Connery said. “Why don’t you get some rest? I can take it from
here.”
Jack smiled at the second mate, heartened by the realization that
the Wicked Wench had indeed ridden out the storm, and that he’d
soon be able to follow Matthews’ example and head off to his cabin for
dry clothes. Not to mention a few belts of rum, which would warm him
up better than anything else. “Just a good fresh gale, Frank,” he said,
waving his hand dismissively. “Nothing to be concerned about.”
Connery gave a bark of laughter. “If there was nothing to be
concerned about, why are you wearing a safety line, Cap’n?”
Jack chuckled wearily as he struggled to undo the water-swollen
half-hitches. “Have to set a good example for the crew, Mr. Connery!”
The rain continued to slacken. Together they checked the
compass heading. The Wench was still on course—more or less.
After ordering Connery to have the crew check for storm damage
as soon as the sun rose, Jack cautiously made his way down the
portside ladder, then turned right to open his cabin door.
Inside his cabin, he found his flint and steel and struck a light, then
lit his lantern. He was pleased to discover that not much water had
come in through the windows. He opened one of them a bit, to get
some fresh air, then shivered in the breeze as he peeled off his
sopping clothes. There was no place to hang them, so he spread them
on the deck, then rummaged in his sea chest until he found drawers
and an old shirt and pulled them on. His stomach growled again, so he
took out a chunk of cheese and some bread, then uncorked a bottle of