The lazy crew of the Black Pearl spread out over the moonlit deck. The winds lacked in power as the dark ship sat steadily on the open waters of the Caribbean. Fearing abandonment from the tiresome crew, Mr. Gibbs trailed through the captain's cabin in search of a little morality booster. From a hidden wooden chest, Gibbs procured an assortment of items that belonged to their captain, Jack Sparrow.
"Ah, this'll do." Mr. Gibbs smiled. "Surely we can entertain ourselves while Jack is occupied with financial matters, of the sort."
He sauntered through the doors, out onto the open deck, and stood in a wide patch of iridescent moonlight. His appearance alone drew the attention of a few groggy pirates as others still slept; dreaming of pleasurable acquaintances with women and of treasure and, strangely enough, of rum.
"Aye! It be the captain!" one pirate proclaimed as all the pirates now, stood at attention, gathered 'round the "captain" and waited for orders.
Gibbs stood in the brightened moonlight, under a full and completely unexpected outfit that a few rum-soaked pirates believed was Jack Sparrow. A red, rather dull bandana wrapped around a measly wig, adorned with an assortment of odds and ends. Small black circles outlined Gibbs' deep-set eyes. Two long tufts of…ahem…hair from the unfortunate dark haired Cutler Beckett, hung taped to Gibbs' chin. He stood there ready to address the crew.
As he began to speak, the crew recognized immediately the man standing before them as Gibbs, the captain's first mate. The crowd once again left poor Gibbs in search of a pleasant and restful night's sleep.
Rather then fight against their tiresome, the only thing left he could do was continue his heartfelt serenade to Jack Sparrow, his captain. He adjusted his wig and took a deep breath.
"Ahem. I call this…my ode to Jack Sparrow."
He smiled triumphantly as the words fell from his lips.
Jack Sparrow, oh what a captain
As ever a pirate shall see
His journeys of old and of treasure
From beyond pages of history
He's not like all other captains
Of which he spends good company
Over rum and food and laughter
And of ladies from old Tripoli
No beggars or blighters shall fear him
When he sails into port from the sea
The lasses all love to be near him
Their lads all let the man be
If ever a captain was lonely
His crew would join him at haste
The drink of the rum does not falter
When we take it all in for the taste
Jack Sparrow is one mighty captain
On the seas of his precious Pearl
Aye, there ain't no man like Jack Sparrow
From which his sails will never unfurl.
Gibbs stood, holding his hands out in a dramatic conclusion. The crew, steadily slipping into a deep sleep, unheeded Gibbs' fair ode. Their snores roared over the silent breeze, as Gibbs walked wearily to the captain's cabin; he pulled off his wig, tore his "beard" away and slumped down in a nearby chair.
"Oh, for the love of Calypso." he muttered as he hung his head low. "What, for the life of me, will get those scurvy dogs up and about? It's too fine a day to be slumpin' around, sleepin' on deck. And when the captain's away."
And to that, the ship still sat among the calm waters of the Caribbean. It's furled sails fluttered ever so slightly as the snores of the pirate crew echoed over the seas. Gibbs sat in his captains chair, waiting for his captain's return.