So who's the captain?
The sun was shining. The sun's always bloody shinin'. And there was no breeze. And there's never a bloody breeze. Jack Sparrow stared at the empty deck of his ship. Everything was exactly the same as when he'd arrived and it had been the same every day in between. No breeze, no other damned souls, nothing.
Jack jumped when he heard something move behind him. He spun round, drawing his sword. But there was nothing. "Nothin'. Of course it's nothin'. I'm the only one 'ere." Jack sheathed his sword. "And now I'm talkin' to meself." He turned round again. Only to find that there were men attending to various tasks.
Crew? Since when did he have a crew? He was in Davy Jones' Locker. At least, Jack thought he was in Davy Jones' Locker. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to tell.
Jack watched the men dashing about the deck and his eyes widened in realisation. It was him. Everyone single one of those men was him, but each was slightly different. Shirted and shirtless, various tattoos and an array of scars were visible. I'm seein' things. Jack closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. When he opened his eyes again, he was dismayed to see that there was still multiples of him running about. Wonderful, hallucinations. Jack stood counting the number of others on the ship. Fifty three. Fifty three Jack Sparrows on one ship, there was going to be chaos sometime.
"Haul the pennant line!" One of the Jacks called out. He was wearing the real Jack's hat. He stole my bloody hat! The captain of the Black Pearl strode down from the helm to the hallucination that was shouting orders.
"What are you doin'? Captain gives orders on ship."
"The captain of this ship is givin' orders."
"You're not captain."
"My ship makes me captain."
"No, it's my ship. You're just a figment of my imagination."
"So why are you arguin' with me?"
The real Jack was lost for words; he had no idea why he was arguing. He felt something moving along his shoulder. Jack looked and saw a miniature him holding onto a lock of hair. "He has a point." The miniature captain of the Black Pearl said. Several of the other Jacks muttered an agreement.
"Well there's no point to any of you! So go away!" The multiple Jacks glanced at another one and then back to the real captain of the Black Pearl. He waved his hands. "Shoo!" When it became obvious that these hallucinations were not going to go anywhere anytime soon, the real Jack sighed. "Right then. You." He turned to the Jack with the hat. "You like givin' orders. Tell these… feculent maggots to do something useful. Oh, and Mr Sparrow?" He snatched the hat from the hallucination's head. "My hat."