Apples

Jack the monkey stepped silently from the murky water onto the huge mound of gold in the center of the cave. It had been a long time since it had been able to feel, and it wasn't sure it liked the sudden change back to "normalcy". So it crept stealthily over to the stone chest, picked out one of the coins that its master had so often screamed at him to fetch, and shivered with happiness as he returned to the state he was familiar with.
"Why thank ye, Jack," came a familiar gravelly voice from behind the monkey. It shrieked with surprise and would have fallen over had not a large hand quickly caught it and cradled it gently against a loving chest.

"There, there, mate. Don't ye remember yer old Cap'n Barbossa?" The pirate grinned down at his pet, who had allowed him to return from the dead by removing a piece of gold from the stone coffer. Slowly the monkey calmed, staring trustfully up into the eyes of his beloved Captain.
"Hmm. Now that I'm back. I wonder where that bastard Jack Sparrow is?" The pirate scratched his pet's head idly as he toyed with the idea of revenge. "Nay," he said suddenly, taking the golden coin from the monkey, "Revenge is much too tiresome. Jack won the Pearl fair and square, and he did me the favor of making everyone think I was dead. Nobody will ever come looking for me again. At this point, I believe I shall eat a bushel of apples." He nodded decisively, and after nicking the little primate's hand to draw a drop of blood and returning the coin to the chest, he opened up a secret compartment beneath the coffer to reveal a secret stash of sour green apples.
"Yum."