Jack's stomach wound was deep and blood was flowing all over the boat, making a relatively big puddle of blood inside. He was trembling from the blood loss, had high fever and coughing blood. He had no consciousness of his surroundings and everything that occured. His mind was in a limbo state, flashbacking to past events of his life. Nights with women, gambling games he won, TV interviews, nightlife, hangovers and many other happy events in his life. Then he went back even further, to an event similar to what happened now. He was still a kid, trying to find some food in the slums. To his bad luck, he was caught by a gang of mobsters from whom he tried to steal some money to get some food. Due to the ruthlessness of the slums, he ended up with a knife in his stomach, just like now. Everything was pitch black. The only thing he distinguished was a casino table and a figure, dressed in black, shuffling cards. He approached the table and the man said in a creepy tone:

"The stakes are set, let's play kid..."

He couldn't remember the flow of that game, but he remembered that he won. It was a memory that he had forgotten a long time ago. And now the same thing happened. The same black figure appeared before him, once again claiming that the stakes have been set and preparing for a game of Black Jack. He could now underestand the nature of the figure before him and the stakes.

"Let's play then..." Jack said and sat on the table.

(I may have exaggerated a bit, but I always wanted to cheat death like this...I hope there is no problem!!)