Theodore Groves wasn't particularly happy. He wasn't miserable, but he certainly wasn't happy. He had lost many friends when Commodore Norrington decided to sail through the hurricane, including the commodore himself. He didn't like Lord Beckett much either, and now he was working for him, trying to find some compass or chest or whatever it was. He had been transferred to the HMS Goldfinch (which wasn't very fast and had been given all of the faulty cannons) which was captained by Christopher Shepard, a rude and unlikable man who captained his crew through salutary neglect, leaving most of the commanding to his lieutenants. Whenever Captain Shepard left his cabin, it was only to yell at people, and once he'd done that for fifteen minutes, he would retreat back below deck to do 'paperwork.'

And so, Lieutenant Groves found himself leaning over the edge of the ship to stare into the dark waters of the Caribbean Sea. Not that there was really any point, it was the middle of the night and too dark for Groves to see anything other than the outline of pieces of driftwood floating by.

Speaking of driftwood, that piece (which was really too big to be called wood, it was at least six feet long and would be better called a drift-log) was oddly human shaped. And it was moving. And it had hair.

It seemed unlikely that this piece of driftwood was actually driftwood, and Groves was beginning to think it was a person.

'Man overboard!' Groves yelled. Several crew members came to peer over the side of the ship, and then they began to haul the figure aboard.

The man was placed on the deck (it was now obvious that it was human, rather than wooden), and Groves came over with a lantern to examine the figure.

The man was pretty tall, about 6 feet, he had brown hair, he hadn't shaved in quite a while, and the dirt on his face hadn't been completely washed off by the ocean.

'Is he alive?' One of the sailors asked.

'He's breathing.' Groves replied.

'Maybe 'e's thirsty.' Another crew member suggested, 'I'll fetch some water.' The man came back a minute later with a flask of water, and Groves opened the man's mouth and poured some of it down his throat.

The man began to cough, and a lot of seawater poured out of his mouth. His eyes fluttered open.

Groves stared at his eyes, which were very green. They were the only thing that appeared unchanged about this man. Groves could barely believe his own eyes.


Once the commodore had drunken the entire flask of water, he seemed a bit better. Groves had never seen anyone bounce back from floating around in the ocean quite so fast. They had roused Captain Shepard, and were now sailing towards Port Royale with all speed possible (which wasn't actually very fast). Norrington had insisted that they return to Jamaica so that he could speak with Lord Cutler Beckett.

Once everything had calmed down and many people had gone back to bed, Groves found himself back at his original spot, this time with Norrington at his side.

'Why do you need to speak with Beckett?' Groves asked.

Norrington reached into his coat and pulled out something wet and slimy wrapped in a cloth. Several flies followed the item. Groves slapped one of them away from his face. 'This,' Norrington said dramatically, 'Is the heart of Davy Jones. Which I suppose is what the royal navy is out looking for, is it not?'

'It is, we've been having dreadful luck so far, however did you manage to get your hands on that thing?'

'Well, after the hurricane I spent several months drunk in Tortuga before Jack Sparrow showed up to trick people into Davy Jones' service. Apparently, Jack needed 100 souls to serve on the Flying Dutchman. He only got about five. I joined Jack's crew, intending to kill the man who ruined my life, and I ended up going with the crew of the Black Pearl to Isla Cruces, where Jack, Elizabeth Swann, and I found the chest, then Will Turner showed up intending to kill Davy Jones, but Jack wouldn't let him because he needed the heart to save his own skin, and I needed the heart to trade to Beckett, so we got into the most epic sword fight ever, then we ended up in another sword fight with Davy Jones' crew who had been sent to Isla Cruces to ensure the heart's safety, we couldn't get off of the island with the heart, so I took the chest to draw Jones' men off and sneakily removed the heart from the chest, closed the chest, and gave the chest one of Jones' men. Then I swum away from the island and you found me. I don't know how I intended to swim to Jamaica, so it's quite lucky you spotted me.'

Groves, who had been trying to follow Norrington's story, opened and closed his mouth several times before saying, 'How far away is Isla Cruces from here?'

'I have no idea. It was before noon when I lost consciousness, so I don't know exactly how far I travelled.'

'It was amazing luck that we found you then, I suppose.'

'Amazing luck, indeed.'