"'Ello, beastie." Jack Sparrow drew his sword and stared death in the face—or rather, in the teeth. With a lunge he walked bravely into the kraken's waiting mouth.
Any hopes Jack had of a quick and painless death fled quickly as he found himself drowning in a pool of what could hardly be called water. Thick and sludgy, slick and slimy, Jack fought for breath in pool of filth that smelled like mucous and decomposing corpses.
Jack screamed as he felt himself being stabbed from behind. His sword still drawn, he thrashed about wildly, struggling to meet his attacker. No one was there, however, and as fire spread throughhim once more, this time in his belly, he saw that it was a tooth, and not a sword, that had pierced him moments before.
In agony, Jack tried to back away from the source of the new injuries. Suddenly, he felt his feet being knocked out from under him and he fell under the quagmire. After a great struggle he pulled himself up, and then felt the worst pain of his life. He couldn't even identify where it hurt. His whole body was on fire. And then, mercifully, Jack died.
Seemingly moments later, he opened up his eyes, only to close them against the brightness of the sky above him. Where am I? he feebly thought. Then he remembered.
Jack reached a hand up to brush at his face. No slime. He wasn't even wet. Tentatively, he reached the hand to his stomach, but the wounds that tormented him a short while ago were gone. "Not so bad," he said to himself as he slowly looked around him.
Jack couldn't believe his eyes. He was on the Pearl. His beloved Pearl. But something was wrong. Very wrong. There was no roar of the ocean, no spray from the sea, no gentle rocking of the ship. The deck he lay one was perfectly still.
Jack slowly got up and looked around. Bright white sand covered the ground around him, as far as the eye can see. Jack grimaced as he realized that there was not another soul around. He was completely alone.
A sound behind him was the first clue that he was mistaken. He turned around and saw…himself. A movement to his right caught his eye and he looked to see…himself. Jack spun around frantically, blinking his eyes and shaking his head. Surely he was imagining things. But everywhere he looked, he saw himself. Hundreds and hundreds of himselves.
It was going to be a very long eternity.