Jack staggered back from the impact of the ball. He almost fell off the ship if it weren't for Mr. Gibbs catching him. He felt his hat fall off from his head.

The ship was dead silent. Jack could only hear his ragged breaths and the wind in the sails.

"Jack. Jack! Are you all right?" Mr. Gibbs asked him as he laid Jack on the floor.

"I'm fine," Jack said. At the moment he really was. "Don't feel a thing. What happened?"

"Jack you were shot," Mr. Gibbs said bluntly.

Jack was getting up and all around him the crew were silent and watched him anxiously. "Are you sure? Because I don't," he said that just as he found the bloody gapping wound on his abdomen. "Would you look at that."

"You killed the captain!" one of the crew said.

"I didn't mean to!" the pirate that shot Jack protested. He dropped his pistol and stood with his mouth open looking at the fallen Jack Sparrow.

"You!" Jack cried out as he got to feet. "I'm not dead yet, so I want to see wind in my sails! Scurry! Movement, I want movement!"

"Jack, mate, you really should have a lie down." Gibbs said ushering Jack down to his cabin.

"Not until I see this crew doing their worth of salt," Jack snapped.

"Come on Captain Jack Sparrow," Anamaria said hoping that using his favorite title for himself will make him listen. "You need rest."

Jack looked at both Gibbs and Anamaria and realized that they were trying their hardest to make him come with them into his cabin to treat his wounds.

"Aye, but get my hat. Bring the ship about if you must!" Jack said finally.

He remembered the events right after Bootstrap Bill Turner came to him in the Pearls' rum locker. Right after Bootstrap Bill left and he found that accursed mark on his palm, making him a marked man. The crew scurried aboard the deck when Jack, the monkey, knocked over his beloved hat overboard.

He can't believe that he actually left it behind only to rendezvous with the mouth of beastie, the Kraken. That was when the Kraken enveloped the Pearl and him into the depths of Davy Jones locker and the darkness.

"Jack!" Anamaria shouted.

"Whoa!" Jack yelled back and prodded her with his hand. It was only then did the pain and realization that he was in lying down in the cot of his cabin made Jack look around wildly. He forgot that it was only a flashback and that he was safe, to a certain degree, onboard the Pearl again.

"Jack?" Gibbs asked and helped Jack remove his shirt. "Sorry but there's no rum, not even in my flask. It's as dry as the sand on the islands."

Anamaria stood behind Jack and looked at his back, something was wrong. She leaned in closer and saw many scars crisscrossing his back. From his lower hip to his upper shoulder were the letters "V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T" carved in neatly over the many scars.

"Jack?" she asked. Without waiting for his acknowledgement she continued, "what does 'V-O-L-D-E-M-O-R-T' mean?"

"What does that spell?" Jack asked. "Vodemorte? Valmonte? V-o-l-d-e-m-o-r-t? V-o-l-d is 'Vold' and e-m-o-r-t is 'Emort'? Voldemort? Voldemort!" Jack said triumphantly after trying to say it for the past five minutes as Gibbs inspected the wound and Anamaria watched him.

"What does 'Voldemort' mean then?" Anamaria asked frustrated again.

"How should I know?" Jack yelled. He hissed in pain when Gibbs tried to wipe off the blood.

"Because it's - "Anamaria started to say before being cut off by Gibbs.

"Will you two stop speaking in tongues!" Gibbs said angrily. He couldn't work if Jack kept moving around every time he talked. "Anamaria do you see if it passed through 'im?"

Anamaria looked at Jacks' scarred back once more and found no other wound on his back. "No."

"Blast it!" Gibbs said.

"What?" Jack said licking his lips. He really wanted rum. "Check if any of the bottles has any rum left."

"Sorry Jack," Gibbs said. "There's not even a drop left anywhere, not even in my flask."

"Thanks," Jack muttered. He didn't know if he had passed out from the pain or the lack of rum.

He entered a large room with slime trailing down the walls. There were candles of various sizes on the floor. The room was dimly lit despite the amount of candles; the shadows seem to be engulfing the flickering candles. Nothing else was in the room except for him, the candles and the pair of shackles on one side of the wall.

He approached the center of the room, an evil laugh came from somewhere behind him and he wheels around.

Evil laughter arises out of nowhere. It was a mixture of soft hissing noises and cackling sounds laughing maniacally from every direction. He wheeled about from his spot, pointing his wand at each source of sound, confused and alert.

His wand? Where did that come from?

Voices begin talking from all around the room. They spoke carefully and slowly, and superior, sardonic, and snake-like. Other voices hisses, and laugh insanely at certain points, from everywhere.

"Hey you!" a silky voice called out. It sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't place where and when.

He looked around slowly, listening.

"What do you think you're doing? Why do you keep fighting? If you continue to fight it, you'll die," the silky voice said in a singsong voice.

" Who are you? Have I threatened you before?" he asked. Something was not right, his mind it felt clearer than it has ever been, different.

"I'm someone with somewhat an importance in your pitiful life. Just like you are to your great society." The silky voice said laughing.

A shape could be made out moving among the shadows. He looked at it and then continues talking.

" So what do you want from me? I'm a bit out of gold and jewels, but if you provide me with a direction I may certainly find some."

The silky voice laughed, "You will, Harry. You will. But first you have to give in. You have to realize that it's hopeless."

" Harry? I'm afraid you got the wrong bloke love. So what is this hopeless?" Jack asked. He was curious to know about this Harry guy.

" You've got to remember what you were fighting for, John. Do you even remember?" the silky voice said.

"Piracy. Freedom," Jack said smiling a toothy grin.

"Freedom? You've got to be kidding, what freedom? Why did you come here? Why, if you remember, did you become a pirate?" the voice asked.

"Because I...Because...I…"He started to say. He was caught off guard. He can't really remember why, but he just had the feeling that he had to be.

"Because you wanted to get away from people you've saved. The very people who ignored you," the silky voice said.

"No! I just...I never saved anyone who didn't need saving by me," he said.

"And you stopped believing in freedom in your old world years ago. Please be honest with yourself now, there's no need for secrets," the silky voice said merrily.

"No," he said. He strides around the room trying to locate the source. "Why have you brought me here?"

"Why this was your favorite place to be tortured, I saw to that. But you were such an competent killer. You're just like the lord and I. Just stop fighting it all. There's nothing to fight for now. There's nothing to believe in for you."

The shadow in the darkness began hissing and moving about at the edge of the shadows.

" Just give in and join us again. Nobody will blame you for that. You could be a part of something better. Better than a captain of mutinous pirates."

He was starting to feel hopeless and tired. He swayed a little from either the weariness in his body or what the silky voice was saying to him. He stumbled back a few steps, closer to the shadow.

"Be weary of the dear doctor," a hissing voice said. He couldn't place the accent or the snake-like voice.

"Come on Harry. Time's almost up. Break free of the bonds that bind you to yourself," the silky voice said.

He didn't know who this silky voice was, who Harry was, and he did not know what became of the hissing voice. What importance are these people to him? He is Captain Jack Sparrow of the ship Black Pearl and he was not going to give up without some more answers.

"No!" he said. "Time is not running out for this captain just yet again. If you're after the Pearl you might as well give up."

He lifted the wand and started to point at the shadows. He wished he had his pistol and sword then.

"Lumos maximus!" he said. Immediately the tip of the wand lit up and lit up the room. It almost seemed like he said it out of habit. He doesn't remember where he heard that from before.

Davy Jones' crew came limping in to the light in front of him. To his left was the British Royal Navy. To his right were people in long black capes with white masks. He turned around and behind him was his previous mutinous crew with Jack the monkey.

He pointed the wand at them and didn't know what to do then. There were no exits, no Will Turner, no Elizabeth, no nothing to help him escape this time. He was alone. Just like that time when the Kraken got to him at last, thanks to Elizabeth.

Everywhere around him they surround him, growling and closing in. He dropped the wand carelessly on the floor and waited for death.

Suddenly, a large snake comes out of nowhere and starts to wrap coil itself around his body. At first he thought he was going to be crushed to death by the snake, but he saw the snake shielding him from everyone else.

Jack woke and jumped with a start. He looked around wildly. No one else was in the room with him.

He checked himself to see if anything was missing. The only thing missing was his shirt. He discovered it to be the bandage that held onto his abdomen. Hebecame aware of that terrible pain.

"We clearly need to restock," Jack muttered to himself. He was soaked in his own sweat. "Need rum."

Jack carefully got off his cot and made his way towards the door. He thought he heard voices coming right outside his door.

"Just let the poor man sleep," Jack heard Gibbs say. "You shot him once already, no need to deprive a man from his sleeping. Plus it's bad luck if you wake a man when he's sleepin'."

"Aye, aye," someone said.

"I thought I heard something from his cabin," Anamaria said. "I go check it out."

Jack silently cursed himself and the woman. He hastily, but silently, made it back to the cot.

He heard the wooden door creak open and then a minute later it closed again. Anamaria walked back to the small group outside his door.

"How is he?" Gibbs asked concerned for his old friend and captain.

"He's resting. Looked like he was chasing demons in his sleep or maybe the other way around," she said and stood next to the doorpost.

"Have you told 'im yet?" Stroud, a new salt to the seas and pirating, asked. He came aboard right before they ran out of supplies.

"Told him what?" Gibbs asked confused.

"You know…" Pintel said.

"ABONDON SHIP!" Cottons' parrot squawked out.

"Oh," Gibbs said remembering. "Nah not yet. I do think that it's bad luck to tell a man who was shot accidentally by one of his crew that we, the whole crew, are planning on leaving."

"Bad luck or not, the seas are changing Gibbs and you know it. Now they're giving any pirates full pardon if they turn themselves in," Anamaria said.

"I don't think so. Like an officer once said 'Any man who sails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves: a short drop and a sudden stop'," Gibbs said.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Stroud asked becoming paler.

"Aye," Gibbs said. "They'll still take us to the gallows when we come knocking on their doors."

"So what should we do? Stay and be killed or leave and be killed?" Ragitti asked.

"No body is going to be killed. Don't listen to this old salt," Anamaria said. "We should tell him now while he's getting weak."

"If Jack won't let us leave, we'll make him leave," Pintel said.

At this point, Jack stopped listening and shook his head. Every crew he picks up finds him not serving their interests as their captain.

For a second, he crossed the room and picked up his pistol. He had half a mind to shoot them on the spot, but he lowered his pistol and placed it back where it was.

"You really should," a voice said. It sounded like it was hissing.

"Who's there?" Jack asked and picked up the pistol again.

"What are you going to do? Shoot me?" the hissing voice said laughing. It sounded like it was coming from the covered mirror. "You couldn't kill me then, you can't kill me now. We'll have another chat later."

"What?" Jack asked. He was walking towards the mirror. He pointed the pistol behind it and looked over it.

No one was there! Was he hearing voices? Did he have a fever? So many questions again and nothing was being answered.

Mutiny.

Jack laid down in his cot. He suddenly had a flashback, one where this current crew had hinted at mutiny or at least having a new captain. Captain Jack Sparrow was not meant to be just an ordinary buccaneer.