Jack rolled over in his bed. His head was pounding. 'Shouldn't have drank the whole bottle.' he thought, looking at the empty bottle at his side. He kicked it away in annoyance, sending it crashing to the floor in a million pieces.
Slowly, he sat up and then stood. He almost fell over as the ship swayed, rocking back and forth. As soon as he stood, he could tell something was off. He looked around his room. Then he saw it. A glass jar containing a mummified bat with a note next to it. That wasn't his.
And there was only one person he knew of that kept them. He grabbed the thing grimmacing as it moved inside. 'RETURN TO PROPER OWNER OR ENDURE TERRIBLE CURSES.' the note said. Jack shuddered as he thought of what kinds of curses could be gained from ignoring the warning.
He made his way above deck, where he found the reat of his crew sleeping. He smiled slightly at the sight of Gibbs. He had always slept standing upright, with one eye open in case Jack needed him or if there was an attack in the night.
"All hands on deck you lazy dogs!" the captain shouted. The men jumped to their feet, rushing to their posts. "Captain? Are we going somewhere?" Gibbs asked, appearing beside him suddenly out of nowhere. Jack leaned against the rail, feeling dizzy. "Gibbs, how many times must I tell you not to do that after I've been drinking?" he asked.
"Sorry sir. I'll remember next time." he promised. Jack nodded, breathing in deeply. "So Captain? Is there somwhere special we're going?" the man asked hopefully. Jack sighed. "I have to see...her." he said. Gibbs stared. "The witch?" he asked. "Shhh...don't say it aloud. She might hear you. And yes. I have to see...Tia Dalma." he said.
He went to the front of the ship and took a deep breath, allowing the sea air to clear his head. He looked down at the jar in his hand, and grinned. "It must be something real important that, that woman had the nerve to sneak this on me ship. And into me bedroom of all places." he muttered.