The wreckage is found the following afternoon, after Jack's storm ceases to blow and the new snow lays still upon the ground. It is a gruesome sight, corpses strewn about the broken bits of wood, torn canvas, and wet rope like so many dead flies. The bodies are blessed by a ragged priest and quickly burned.

Felix does not awake until several hours after the bodies of his comrades are nothing but charred bone and ash. When he does he finds himself voracious; the fisherman and his wife are quick to present him with a large plate of eggs and fish. He wolfs the food down, nearly shoveling the eggs into his mouth before starting on the fish.

Jack, meanwhile, leaves Poe with Jenny at the inn and goes to the market square to search for a crew. He finds a few men fit for the job; tall, broad-shouldered, experienced sailors. He wanders down the streets aimlessly after telling the men the location of the ship, and comes to a stop in front of the fisherman's home. Felix is in the yard, looking particularly forlorn and pathetic in the grey light.

"Sir," he says, nodding as Jack passes by.

Jack pauses. "Can you sail, boy?"

"Aye, sir," Felix says. "I was on the ship what got smashed up last night."

"Hardly a promising career," Jack points out.

Felix shakes his head. "No, sir, I told them to put the sails up and lay low 'til the storm blew over. But Cap'n wouldn't listen to a lowly rat like me."

"I'm looking to undertake a voyage to the West," Jack says. "I need another hand."

"Are you offering me a job, sir?"

"If you want it." Jack looks indifferent.

"Would I, sir!" Felix exclaimed. "An we don't plan on headin' North at all, sir," he added.

"No, just West."

"Count me in, then, sir," Felix says happily.

Jack nods shortly. "Be at the Northernmost dock at two hours after noon, then," he said. "We set sail on the hour, and if you're not on the boat, you stay in Balena."

"Aye, sir."

Jack nods and goes on his way.