There was no way jack could let the attacking fleet through. He had to protect them, the royal family. He hoped he didn't look like he felt: doomed. Shakily he drew his sword, and stood his ground. They were almost there. 40 feet, now 30. "How did I get myself caught up in this mess?" Jack asked himself. Sure it would have been easier to win a battle against a army of 400 or more soldiers. If he wasn't the only one fighting.