"CAP'N!" The voice of Gibbs repeated and repeated.
Jack Sparrow lay on the deck of the ship curled into a ball, grunting in pain. "Someone… Is squeezing me…" Jack mumbled.
"What?" Marty frowned.
"SQUAWK! Walk the plank. Walk the plank!" Cotton's parrot called perching on Cotton's shoulder.
"Jack you're not making any sense." Gibbs shook his head.
"I… Am making… Perfect sense." Jack said between gasps of pain.
"Then who is squeezing you?" Gibbs rubbed his forehead.
"How the bloody hell should I know who's grubby hands that godforsaken doll has ended up in!" Jack yelled.
By this time, the crew had gathered around him as he writhed around in pain.
"Are we still to make sail to Tortuga?" Gibbs said crouching down to Jack's level.
" 'ave I said otherwise?" Jack said scrunching his eyes up.
"Well no, but I thought since you be-" Gibbs began.
"Then continue to make sail." Jack said. Suddenly, he stopped groaning. He lay on the deck gasping for breath, sweat pouring down his face.
"Jack?" Gibbs leaned towards him.
Jack jumped up off the floor and stood, looking at all the watching crewmen. "Well back to work you mangy beasts!"
The crew scampered off in all directions.
"So why exactly are we headed to Tortuga? There must be something more than just a wanting for rum?" Gibbs said leaning against the wheel.
"Gibbs, someone out there is trying to squeeze me 'alf to death, and I for one, don't feel ready for that fate just yet savvy?"
"Aye." Gibbs shrugged.
