"Captain!" Victoria huffed, and Beckett looked over his shoulder at her, amused, while James took the opportunity to stand closer next to Roxanne, gently grabbing her hand.

"Captain Jack Sparrow. Yes, I thought you might." Lord Beckett smirked.

~- Night, Main Deck, The Black Pearl -~

Joshamee Gibbs walked the deck of the Black Pearl, which waited patiently for it's captain to return...

The Black Pearl was a tall galleon, with black haunting sails that loomed high above the deck below. At the bow rests an ornately carved figurehead of a beautiful woman, arm held high, and a small bird taking wing from her outstretched hand. A marvel of her time, with no ship that could outrun her.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum. Drink
and the devil had done for the rest.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

Gibbs sang, taking a swig from his flask, nearly dropping said object as a bell tolled in the distance. Looking up at the foggy night sky, he grimaced as a flock of crows flew past.

- Night, Turkish Prison -

Waves crashed against the pinnacle-like island that stood off the coast, only connected to the mainland by a thin bridge. Prisoners and their corpses and bones hung from the cages, a daunting image for the ones who were marched across the bridge...

But where is the man who could captain such a vessel as the Black Pearl?

Well, he's stuck in a casket with a rather smelly corpse, hoping to whatever deity that may rule the universe that he's not upside down. Thankfully, he was given an answer when a crow landed on the top of his casket. With a breath, the esteemed captain aims his pistol, and fires from the inside of the casket, blowing a hole in it large enough for his hand to stick through.

Moving his hand and gun about, the Captain has determined there are no other enemies floating about, before he fully breaks open the top of the casket. Here my good friends, we have the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow...

Searching around his improvised vessel for something to steer it with, he fishes out his hat and dusted it off before adjusting it on his head.

"Sorry, mate." Jack said to his traveling companion. Reaching into the casket once more, he broke of the skeleton's leg. "Mind if we make a little side trip? I didn't think so..." Jack mused, and he began using the leg as an oar to row towards the Black Pearl, which was silhouetted by the full moon.

- Night, Main Deck, The Black Pearl -

Jack eased himself onto the Black Pearl, ignoring Gibbs hand in favor of placing the skeleton's leg in it, much to the man's distaste.

"Not quite according to plan?" Gibbs said as Cotton draped Jack's coat onto him.

"Complications arose, ensued, and were overcome." Jack shrugged dismissively, and Gibbs raised a hopeful eyebrow.

"You got what you went in for, then?" Gibbs reasoned, and Jack nodded.

"Mm-hmm!"

"Captain..." Gibbs started warily. "I think the crew, meaning me as well, were expecting something a bit more... Shiny." He explained. "What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea, and the treasure with it..."

"And the Royal Navy chasing us all around the Atlantic." Leech added.

"And the hurricane!" Marty grumbled out, these points were met with loud "Aye"s from the crew

"All in all, it's seems some time since we did a speck of honest pirating." Gibbs said finally, and Jack blinked.

"Shiny?"

"Aye, shiny." Gibbs nodded, and the rest of the crew followed in suit.

"Is that how you're all feeling, then?" Jack said in mock hurt. "Perhaps dear old Jack is not serving your best interests as captain?"

"Awk! Walk the plank!" Cotton's parrot squawked, and Jack whirled on the bird, aiming his pistol.

"What did the bird say?" Jack growled.

"Do not blame the bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there." Leech interrupted, and Jack the Monkey snarled, seizing the cloth and he scampered off with it, much to human Jack's anger.

"Ohhh! One day I shall chain you to a pile of rocks and sink them to the bottom of the ocean!" Jack seethed, and aimed at the monkey, attempting to shoot the monkey with his pistol. When he missed, Jack grabbed another pistol from one of the crewman, and blasted Jack the Monkey while he was on deck.

With a few screeches, Jack the Monkey dropped the cloth, but seemed mostly unharmed as it scurried into the rigging.

"Know that don't do no good." Gibbs commented, almost seeming amused.

"It does me loads of good I find, a wonderful stress reliever." Jack sighed, watching the monkey in annoyance.

"It's a key!" Marty cried out, drawing their attention to him. Jack snatched the cloth from him, and held it up for the crew.

"No! Much more better. It is a drawing of a key." He grinned. "And gentlemen, what do keys do?"

"Keys... unlock... things?" Leech offered

"And whatever this key unlocks, inside there's something valuable..." Gibbs reasoned excitedly. "So, we're setting out to find whatever this key unlocks!"

"No!" Jack rolled his eyes, taking a step towards Gibbs. "If we don't have the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't have that it unlocks. So what purpose would be served in finding whatever need be unlocked, which we don't have, without first having found the key what unlocks it?" He explained, and the crew stared at him.

"So... We're going after this key!" Gibbs concluded, and Jack raised an eyebrow.

"You're not making any sense at all." He looked to the rest of the crew. "Any more questions?" Marty raised a hand, and Jack nodded at him.

"So... Do we have a heading?" He asked.

"Hah! A heading." Jack opened his compass. "Set sail in a..." His brow furrowed as the arrow changed courses a number of times. "Mmm... A general..." He waved his hand around for a moment before he pointed to the left of himself. "In a that way - direction."

"Cap'n?" But Jack ignored him.

"Come on, snap to and make sail, you know how this works." He ordered as the crew parted. "Come on, oy, oy, hey!" Leaning against the rail, Marty looked a Gibbs, choosing his next words carefully.

"Have you noticed lately..." He hesitated. "The captain seems to be actin' a bit strange... -er." Gibbs frowned, but didn't disagree.

"Settin' sail without knowing his own headin'? Somethin's got Jack vexed. Mark my words, what bodes ill for Jack Sparrow bodes ill for us all." Gibbs said ominously, looking into the oncoming thunderstorm.