Jack walked around aboard the Pearl. Barbossa was still hated by the crew, and when they saw him coming looking victorious in front of Jack, they shot at him. Well, not directly at him - but close enough to scare him off track and let Jack take the lead and get to the Pearl first. Barbossa had to rent a big bucket like boat and was just a little dot in the horizon now.

One of the sailors was staring out across the ocean, sitting on the mast. He looked out at where they were heading and stared in what seemed amazement.

"What you doin starin around, don't you have work to do mate?" Jack said.

The sailor quickly jumped off and turned to face Jack. It was Will.

"What the hell are you doing here? More importantly how did you get here?"

"It doesn't matter Jack. All that matters is that you get help me get to Elizabeth."

"Why? Wanna...you know..."

"No. Not at all. The insert swear word here has that ring, and used it to destroy the Dutchman. Freeing me from my bonds to the sea. And I'm planning on getting that ring, and most importantly.." Will got cut off by a enourmous ripple hitting the Pearl.

"What was that? Did you set your octopus thing on me?"

"No. That, Jack, was Elizabeth."

"The ring?"

'Yes."

"Lovely, lets get it."

Jack jumped up onto the mast and yelled orders. Every crew member immediately started working double time and the Pearl shifted its direction to what seemed like the epicenter of the massive ripple. Jack stepped down next to will and patted Will on the back. Suddenly, his stomach clenched and felt as if it was tied into a knot.

"I'll be right back." Jack said. Will nodded without even looking.

Jack limped to his quarters and vomited into the bin next to his rickety old desk.

What's happening? he thought to himself.

He turned and looked at the cupboard in the furthest corner of the room. Jack shuddered. He hadn't opened that cupboard for ten years. He walked over to it and felt the knob. He shook himself, and made a weird face. His fingers began to twitch. They hadn't done that in ten years. What was going on? He took the key out of his pocket and put it into the lock. A cold shiver slithered through his spine. He turned the key. He put his hand on the knob and twisted it.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

He opened the door and looked inside. At the bottom was a chest, the chest that he had found Davy Jones's heart in all those years ago. And on top, on a shelf, was a jar of dirt.

Weird.

And hanging on hangers, were his old clothes, his 'white' (cough) shit, jacket, pants, beads, and his hat. His ol' hat.

Here goes nothing.

Jack changed into the clothes and put on his hat. He immediately felt better, his stomach at ease. He twisted up his beard and tied the beads on. He walked over to the mirror.

Goodbye sanity. Hello Jack!


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