Prologue:

Captain James Hook would never say he was lost. He just wasn't familiar with the area. And he didn't see any landmarks that the map showed should be there, nor were there any that were recognizable. But he certainly wasn't lost. Oh no, he certainly knew where he was going. He was on his way to treasure!

...At least, that was according to the map he held in his hand and hook. Like all the maps he previously followed, this one (which he found buried all the way on the bottom of a crate of maps in the very back corner of the Jolly Roger's hold) held the promise of buried treasure, but not what kind it was. All it showed was that X marked the spot and the path with which to reach it.

And in Hook's eyes, through gold-tinted glasses, that was good enough for him.

So as he wandered through the unnamed and unknown, searching for the correct path to riches, he failed to notice anything else, especially the unusual insect buzzing towards him. He didn't even realize the thing landing on his hand. At least, until he felt the extremely painful bite.

"OUCH!" Hook cried out and instantly looked away from the map and at his hand, where he finally noticed a black bug with red and purple markings. Immediately, his second reaction was to swat the thing away with his hook, but the bug has already taken off and buzzed away.

"Blasted insect," Hook angrily muttered to himself. Shaking his head, he quickly went back to reading the map, failing, once again, to notice his surroundings. Especially the site of the bite, which was starting to swell up a little and turn red and purple.

He was starting to realize, however, that he was getting a headache. And that it (or rather he) was becoming hotter than usual...