Don't even try to sue me for this hilariousness. It was all just a simple idea.
Jack Sparrow stood on the deck of the Black Pearl, arguing with himself (namely the tiny versions of him that stood on his shoulders) about stabbing the heart of Davy Jones and becoming immortal.
"You should stab the heart."
"How about no?"
"You'll be immortal."
"And yet, you'll be able to go ashore and get all the rum and salty wenches you want only once every 10 years."
"10 years is a long time... longer still given the deficit of rum..."
Then a voice rang out from on top of Jack's head, "Who said there would be a deficit?"
The three Jacks looked up to see a miniaturized version of Jesus sitting atop the large one's head.
"I can make water into wine, you know."
Then all three Jacks said at the same time, "We want rum."
Jesus looked around, then frowned, "Sorry." and fell out of sight.