So what’s the point, then, if we can’t be happy? Why are we doing any of this?””Oh, there’s definitely happiness,” Jack said, turning his back on the ocean and looking at her. “But it’s just...

Whaaaaaat is going on?” May whispered out of the corner of her mouth.”I’m sort of comforted by the fact that I can’t figure it out,” Jack responded.

Listen, last time I talked to you three, you were all two oars short of having any oars, so I don’t want to hear it.