Pintel squeezed his eyes shut and held the ping pong paddle in front of him like a shield.
"Why'd I 'ave ta be the sacrifice?" he muttered, opening an eye a bit.
"IT'S AN HONOR, YOU TWIT!" Jack roared. Apparently the insanity hadn't worn off yet.
But Norrington had noticed something. Whenever Jack did something psycho, his 'Ping Pong Master' tiara would glisten wickedly.
But he hadn't told anyone about his discovery. Oh well.
So, there Pintel stood.
Jack sent the wooden eyeball rocketing towards Pintel. Pintel stretched his arms out even further, hoping that he wouldn't be knocked out by the eye of doom.
The eye bounced back to Jack.
"I hit it?" Pintel said incredulously. "I hit it!"
"How dareth thou!" Jack hissed, eyes slitted.
Angry now, Jack smacked the eye back towards his opponent.
His tiara glistened.
The eye hit Pintel right in the middle of his forehead. Pintel collapsed on the ground, moaning in melodramatic agony. He had an eg-sized lump where the eye had hit him.
"Cockadoodledoo!" crowed Jack, as he began another war dance.
Ragetti crawled over to Pintel, and dragged his friend over to a corner.
"You really shouldn't do that to people, Jack. It's not nice," Will said, frowning.
"I'll do wot I like!" Jack snarled. By this time, the tiara was glittering with a blinding light.
"It's the tiara that's making him insane!" Norrington suddenly shouted. "Everyone, try to get it off his head!"
That said, he charged valiantly forward.
Everyone glanced at one another, even Beckett. Then they all ran towards Jack, their eyes on the tiara. Well, Beckett wasn't really running, he was kind of waddling, due to Twiggy the ping pong ball still being up his butt.
They were all ready to snatch the tiara.