"How is he?" Gibbs asked the on-board surgeon, who finally came out of Jack's cabin. "SQUAAAWWK!! Shiver me timbers," Cotton's parrot squawked. Gibbs blankly stared. Cotton fed the parrot a cracker to temporarily silence it, and put a somewhat bloody rag and a few tools into his pocket. He pointed at Jack's cabin, then shook his head; pointing at his own arm. He wiggled his fingers down the spot where the Jack's wound was several times, then shook his head again and shrugged.
"The bleedin' won't stop," Gibbs sighed to Anamaria. She got a concerned look on her face. "Can we see him?" she asked Cotton. "Any port in the storm!" the parrot squawked again. Cotton stepped aside, and Gibbs and Anamaria entered Jack's room, formerly Barbossa's dining room. Jack laid sleeping gently on his bed. His left shoulder was wrapped several times with many layers of bandages and cloth; but it seemed to do no good. The wrappings, along with the sheets around Jack's shoulder were soaked with blood. Jack's skin was much paler, giving off an almost sickly tone of grayish-yellow.
"It pains me to see 'im like this," Gibbs muttered.
"Aye," Anamaria replied softly. "No matter what, he's never come off this bad! I mean, he's Jack Sparrow for heaven's sake!" she finished, badly attempting to restrain tears.
"Well, we can only see what'll happen. Best give him some light and air, it'll do him good," Gibbs said, opening the curtains and some windows. "Th' moon's comin' out tonight, anyway." Anamaria poured some water into a washbowl nearby and soaked a clean rag in it; and laid the rag on Jack's forehead. She kissed it gently and sat on his bedside for a moment. Gibbs put an arm around her shoulder and led her out of the room, shutting the door behind them. Soon, the moon (3/4 way full) broke out from behind the clouds., shining down into the room, with an unusual brightness. It soon shifted mainly to his shoulder area. It glowed brighter and brighter, until it seemed as if Jack himself were illuminated from deep within. It looked to be giving him life; energy. The caked blood everywhere dissolved; his skin grew to its normal, healthy, tanned tone. His shoulder beam grew so bright that the part of him couldn't be seen anymore. Suddenly, the light sucked back to the moon and behind the clouds, leaving Jack all alone.
The next day, everyone solemnly continued their routines, Anamaria at the helm giving orders. Gibbs' job for the day was to prepare dinner. He bustled about the tiny ship's kitchen, messing with various pots and pans on his way. Stirring this, shaking that, he was continually busy. He lifted a lid off of one pot, releasing an enormous amount of steam; filling the room. He picked up a wooden spoon and reached into the pot and began to stir. An arm reached through the fog suddenly and gripped Gibbs' arm. He let out a small cry as the steam dissipated and Jack stood before him; completely fine.
"Jack...." he whispered. "You- you should be resting!"
Jack gave him that comical look again. "All my wounds have healed! Nothing's wrong." he said, pulling his shirt back to reveal only a scar; no blood. "So why on earth should I be resting?! I've got booty to plunder! Now where's Anamaria?" he said with a laugh, rubbing his hands. Gibbs remained silent and shocked. "Well," Jack continued, "What's what's for dinner?"
Gibbs' mouth was still dropped. "Uhh...err...Well, Capp'n, tonight, we was havin' pasta with sauce and some fruit. Got the pasta sauce right here in this pot," Gibbs sputtered.
Jack looked at him with a quizzical face. "No meat?! We're trying to feed pirates, not little girls! I must have some dead animal with mine!"
"W-well, there's gonna be some meatballs with it, and we was havin' pork tomorrow." Gibbs said, still in disbelief.
Jack suddenly got a somewhat-crazed look on his face. "Mr. Gibbs- I ORDER you to make some meat with mine. In fact- no 'pasta', just meat. Rare. Hell- give it to me RAW." Jack stomped out of the kitchen.
Anamaria stood behind the mighty wheel of the Black Pearl. It was foggy this day, and a little harder to steer the ship. It was almost as if it had been plagued with a terrible curse again; the fog sometimes loomed onto the deck, making it hard to see clear to the other end. Yet somehow, they managed. A familiar figure swaggered through the crowd, coming towards the helm. "Jack?!" Anamaria cried out to him.He stumbled up on deck close to Anamaria, seeming healthier than ever. "It's not possible," she muttered.
Jack held one finger up. "Not probable. Say... haven't I had this conversation before?" he held the finger to his chin and seemed to be in deep thought. "Oh well. I believe Iam wellenough that Ican take the helm now." Anamaria stepped aside. "Aye sir," she said warily. "It's solate, the moon will be out soon.You should rest." Anamaria said, looking down on the Pearl's main deck at the bewildered crew; all staring at Jack.He turned to her. "There's nothing wrong with me. What did I tell YOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU?" Jack said, launching his head backinto an animal-like howl. He released the wheel and clampedboth hands over his mouth, staring at Anamaria in wide-eyed terror. He looked up at the sky; and could see the glow from the moon approaching through the clouds. Jack sprinted off the helm into his room, where he shut all the windows and curtains.
Anamaria began to follow him, but stopped. Instead she went below deck to the kitchen where Gibbs almost had dinner prepared. "Gibbs!" she cried. Gibbs dropped the lid he was holding with a shout. "Y'know better than to scare me like that, lass! What's wrong?" he said, noticing the fearful look on Anamaria's face.
"Something's wrong," she said. "Something is very wrong."