Jack stood frozen outside the door. He was still shocked at what he saw. Never, he thought will I get that image out of my head. He didn't want to imagine what they were doing now. Yuck, Yuck, Yuck. He thought. "She would be way better with me." he said to himself finally able to move. He went to the dining area. Right in the center of the long black, wooden table sat a golden bowl filled with fruit. On the very top stood a shiny, green, perfect apple. Without hesitation, he pulled it out of the bowl and took a large bite out of it. Sweet and sour, crunchy and juicy. It was truly perfect. Too perfect. He pulled it away from his mouth from taking another taste. "This ain't right." he said. Suddenly he felt dizzy. The world around him seemed a blur then...nothing. He dropped the apple and fell to the ground.
"Cap'n! Cap'n!" exclaimed Gibbs. He shook him very roughly. Still he didn't wake up. He grabbed a goblet of water and poured it onto him. Still didn't work. He checked his pulse. He felt nothing. Terrified, he ran screaming "HELP HELP! we need to save Jack!" People fell out of their hammocks in surprise. They rushed out to where Jack lay. Some whispered to each other. "What do we do?" some of them asked. Some of them just stood there worried. All except for one. Slowly, boot after boot, fell onto the creaky stairs. Everyone turned quiet. Some of them even turned around. "What be so worry'n to ya at this time of night?" Barbossa chuckled as he took a bite into a bright green apple.
"Jack's dead sir." Gibbs said quietly. "Is that so?" Hector replied with a twinkle of sneak in his blue eyes. "Yes sir." they all said. "Well then the heavens have blessed us. Get to work you good-for-nothing pieces of filth!" Barbossa spat at them. Shocked by his reply, they ran to their jobs. Suddenly, Captain Luna came running down the stairs in her night gown and slippers. "What is it?" she asked her husband, putting her hands onto his shoulders. "Oh nutin' just Jack." Barbossa sighed. "Is he...?" she looked at the limpless body on the ground. "dead? partially." he said finishing her sentence. "I poisoned him with an apple." "why?" she asked even though she knew perfectly well why. "The Black Pearl, pretty, the Black Pearl."