Elizabeth, darling, could you b--....

[a very low rumbling sound]

What--.

No. No no no no no! Not good! Stop movin'! N--..

[the sound of something creaking, and then what sounds like planks of wood clattering against...other planks of wood. After a few long moments of silence from Jack, he speaks again, his voice sounding strained....Everythin ( Read more... )