"Come on you lacky, wake up," a grimy hand gripped into some matted brown locks as a smacking sounded rang off of the cell walls. "Time to have some fun."

"You don't want to make the boss angry again do you?" another grimy hand raised as a thud was heard. "you know what happened last time don't you?" Blank chestnut eyes stared blankly back. Another thud, another smack but still there was no movement from the other figure. The blows rained down thick and hard but there was not so much as even a muscle spasm. Finally, the two captors gave up but only out of sheer annoyance rather than exhaustion.

"Do you want to drag him up and haul him to the Captain?" One of them hissed to another.

"There's no way the boss won't realize that there is no reaction once he looks at the eyes." The other hissed back, smacking the figure that lay prone to them as he gestured at his face.

"We could blindfold it." The other hissed back ever the more urgently as they heard a slight thumping noise from the deck above them. "The boss will never see them and when he pulls it off, it will look like he just cracked after that fun time."

"Good idea," one yellow eye glowered down hungrily at the captive as his hand once more twisted themselves amongst the once beautiful brown locks. "Hand me a cloth." Bodily lifting the captive up, he wound the length of cloth across the blank eyes. Once that was finished, he let the head drop down hard against the wooden deck then hauled the entire being up off the floor. Laughter echoed all around as they haul and tugged the captive up on deck where they will get their entertainment today.

"Besides," the other hissed sourly as a sickening smile spread across the barnacle covered face. "His chest already belongs to that of a dead man."

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"JACK!!" Gibbs shouted up and down the deck furiously shaking his head when he could not find the amazingly elusive, drunken captain. "JACK!!!" Grabbing the closest deck hand which just so happened to be Anna-Maria, he shouted over the waves asking her if she knew or even saw the Captain today.

"Sorry Mr. Gibbs," she shouted back. "I haven't see or heard from the Captain since we left Tia Dalma's place and he gave us this heading."

"Aye, me neither." Gibbs leaned against the rail as the Pearl turned and began to lean perilously to one side.

"You could go check the Captain's quarters." Anna Maria gave another whirl of the steering wheel in order to balance the boat out as another wave crashed onto the deck. "Maybe he hasn't even woken up yet."

"Will do," Gibbs started off wobbly as the tremors shook the ship but stopped when another call of his name was echoed from Anna Maria. "What is it?"

"When you finally find Jack," She started twirling the steering wheel as the ship began to veer, "Tell him that if I see his face, I will smack the beard off of it."

"Aye, will do." Gibbs let out a chuckle as he began to clamber his way down.

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"Jack, you in here?" Gently, he creaked the door open and peered into a cabin that looked as littered as Tia Dalma's hut. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the mess it was in now, even messier than normal, as if a small scale hurricane had torn through.

"Mother of Pearl," he whispered as he began to gingerly pick his way through the mess. Books, maps, a sword, and other objects that he had no idea what they were, were thrown far and wide, the sword was thrown into the wall. All the way on the far corner of the cabin where the mattress had been thrown was Jack, hat askew, rum thrown away, and completely out of his wits, laying buried under a pile of old parchment sheets, leather bound books, and what appeared to be shiny white orbs with one hand still stretched out holding the compass. The kohl rimmed eyes of the Captain were closed.

"Jack?" Gibbs gently prodded the shoulder of the sleeping form expecting him to tense and jump awake as he had done so on other numerous occasions of over sleep. This time though, he simply murmured and gestured for the hand to go away. While shifting uncomfortably beneath the pile, a book rolled out and opened right underneath Gibbs. Looking down with curiosity, the man picked up the book, glanced back hesitantly at the still sleeping Captain and began to read. He head shot up rapidly with wide and somewhat frightened eyes when he heard a soft murmur from the Captain.

"Will," Jack lolled then practically choked a half sob noise, "is alive." Gibbs dropped the book with a thud.