Will had sent one of his crew men to find James, but despite the size of the Dutchman the wait still seemed longer then necessary. He was pacing back and forth across his quarters, unconsciously placing his hand against his chest. There was no excuse for what he had done during that last virus. Even if he had no idea what would happen...there should have been something to stop him. Anything. A small flutter of worry or some sort of connection to the ship.

With a resigned sigh he sat down at his desk, staring at the charts to every point of his world and the next. Was he trapped here now? Cursed for eternity because of one fool action that he was not even aware of? Of course he was...everything felt different now. Like the ship herself was glad of the turn of events, even if her Captain was at odds.

"I'm a fool..." At least it was firmly settled; immortality did not give one perfect judgement.