Since Jack's plan hadn't done diddlysquat, the group had resorted to some temporary and drastic measures.
"COCONUT HEARTED FROG LEGS! RELEASE ME!" Bootstrap roared from his seat. They had chained him securely to his seat, leaving him immobile.
"Maybe we shoulda gagged 'im, too!" Jack suggested merrily.
"No, no. He's fine the way he is. Besides," Will said, whipping out a card that had magically appeared in his pocket after the Voice had left, " 'Everyone must give input and support to their beloved fellow Circle-Members.' "
Will nodded in a satisfied manner and tucked the card back into his pocket.
"If you be askin' me, that's the biggest load 'a-" Jack began, but was interrupted by a glare from Will.
"Thank you for your input, Jack," Will said pointedly. "Now, who would like to go next?"
Blank faces stared back at Will. He sighed, and was about to stand up and get his turn over with, when the door burst open.
"Yehahahahahahahaha!" cackled an insane and rugged looking pirate who had somehow managed to barrel down the locked door.
"Um… I guess we have a guest," Will said, looking a little freaked out. "Maybe he felt the need to share his secret obsession…?"
But no one answered Will, as they were all too busy staring at the intruder. The intruder was waving around a bomb. He suddenly stopped, and stared at them all.
"The name's Jacoby. But everyone just calls me Spazzy! Yehehaho!" the mad pirate spluttered, spit flying in all directions. "Can anyone guess what my obsession is?"
Jack raised his hand. "Uncleanliness?"
"NO!" Spazzy roared, doing this weird hopping up and down… thing. "Barbossa! Cap'n! You should know!"
Barbossa coughed and shifted uncomfortably. This was one crew member of his that he rather disliked. "Well, yes, I do know. Ye like bombs."
"Yes!" Spazzy grinned a broad and grimy grin. "Me like da boom-boom! BOOM! BOOM!"
He cackled and ran around in circles. "Me want to see boom-boom. You want to see boom-boom, too?"
"No!" everyone said, in perfect unison, even though that never happens.
"Dahaho! Too late!" Spazzy said.
And then he set off the boom-boom.
There was a loud boom, and little bits of Spazzy flew everywhere. Amazingly enough (and most conveniently for me), no one was hurt, aside from Lord Beckett, who was splattered in the face by little pieces of dangerous flying Spazzy-guts.
"That's int'resting," Jack said, flicking a piece of the now-dead insane pirate off of his shoulder. "That's very int'resting."
"Er, right then," Will said, still rather disgusted at what had just happened. "Let's move on, shall we? Who's next?"