It was cold with a clear view of the night sky. Jack stood with her back to the helm and her eyes on the sea. The sound of the soft lapping waves beneath the ship as it sailed through the night sky was soothing. The new improvement to the ship was hard on her sea legs as the boat didn't rock nearly as munch. The wind was still the same. And she kept the keel low to the water to better enjoy the sea air. The name of her ship was a thoughtless one but it fit. The shallows flew under the same flag she had flown all those years ago. Still sea worthy the new addition from her last encounter made her even more of a threat. 

The shallows armament consisted of twenty cannons and a small but loyal crew of deviants.(TBC)))