No Light, No Light; Davy&Jack
When he had been contracted, Jack knew only that Cutler Beckett had wanted him to deliver cargo to America. And he had agreed. It seemed a small task, for such a sum of money. And then it was all made clear. Beckett was trying to turn Jack and his ship, the Wicked Wench, into slavers. The ship was fit for a crew, captain, and material cargo. Jack had no qualms in transporting things.
People weren't cargo to be sold and shipped.
Jack had freed them. All 100 of them. And he had paid the price. Beckett had him branded as a pirate. Beckett had spared him any possibility of being other than that which he was. For that, he really out to thank the bastard. But Jack did not feel in the thankful mood.
He was floating on a dinghy in the middle of the oceans. His own, beautiful ship, the Wicked Wench, had been burnt and sunk, and Jack was left in this miserable, pitiless state. And now he sat in this bloody dinghy awaiting death at the hand of whoknows from whocares and he was in a very, very bad mood.