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The wizard stepped away and began walking to some other part of the ship. Jecht guessed, by the way the man frowned, that he was considering his words.

[i]Good,[/i] he thought, [i]I need to give them more time.[/i]

He could not move his eyes and did not see where the wizard ventured off to, but he could still hear his footsteps. "Fine.", he heard the wizard say, "Let's see how much you can stand."

If the spell had not held his body prisoner, Jecht would have flinched at the wizard's words. It's not like he wanted torture, but he needed to think of his crew's survival. The wizard had created a silver stake, and even worse, one made of magic. Jecht would always know when there was a stake around; one of the few items that could seriously harm a vampire. He felt his heart begin to beat quickly, from the fear Jecht would never admit he was feeling, but suddenly another surprise rang in his ears. His heart began to beat faster.

Annoyingly, he still couldn't see, but he recognized the voice as Trixxtal's young nephew. "What are you doing?!"he shouted, alarmed that the young vampire was running straight towards the wizard. When he attacked him, the spell must have lost some of it's power, because Jecht suddenly was able to move his neck again. He finally saw Protettore shoved the man onto the ground and panic began to overwhelm Jecht.

When the ship began to rock violently back and forth, Jecht scowled. The last thing he needed was to deal with a storm, too.

However, darkness began to enshroud the FlyingDeath, and much to the captain's surprise, he could see the wizard being pulled into the darkness. The more the darkness trapped him, the more Jecht could feel the spell on his body began to wear off. With his control returning to him, he began to feel the magic in the air. He thought for a moment that Protettore's power had been responsible for the wizard's surprising departure, but he realized that there was no way the magic came from him. The boy quickly ran to his side and asked if he was ok. He could see he was on the verge of tears and he was not going to deal with anymore drama at the moment. The captain nodded his head and let a rare smile onto his face, patting the frightened child on the head. "Yes."he reassured. "I am impressed with your bravery, young one. Go and find your uncle and see if he is awake."

Jecht rarely gave compliments, not that Protettore would know that yet, but he slowly walked away from him and motioned towards the golden hook. He was glad that he did not lose it, but was still annoyed that the object caused him so much trouble. His head hurt so bad. He was tempted to just throw it back into the ocean to avoid having anymore wizards magically appearing on the ship again. He felt exhausted.

"Stupid...hook..."he mumbled, his voice quiet. Damn, his head hurt. Jecht placed the hook back into his pocket before he lost it again and he turned around, intending to find Protettore and Trixxtal. However, he was having a hard time seeing. 

[i]You have got to be kidding me... [/i]he thought, worried as his vision started to blur. The fight had taken a lot more out of him than he thought.

Jecht blacked out before he fell onto the ship's wooden floor.

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