Crazy People Don't Know They Are Crazy

Swaying legs and rugged features brought him onto the lands of Amenti. Though the captain knew not this was Amentian lands, the last time he had passed it was unclaimed. He had thought about claiming this place for himself, but had ended up finding a much better location. He had also heard that a crazed woman roamed these parts, and so it was possible that subconscious drunkeness would bring him here to investigate. He licked his lips a few times as he moved across the snowy fields, th figure of the SS antiox looming in the near distance, though the Captain was not close enough to scent the scents of blood and despair from the slaves nor the psychoticness of the members that resided.

He would move about, mumbling incoherently to himself as he thought about what he might do next...though in his state of mind, it was near impossible to think of a plan. Not that he had one, anyway. Then again, Jack never really had a set plan...things just happened as he went along, and he liked it that way.