"why?" Marty asked leaning on sacks of gunpowder. Mr. Gibbs had just finished explaining Jacks odd behaivor of the night before. And now they stood at the bottom of the ship, surrounded by cannons and the smell of saltwater. It was still raining and the crew was on the top deck, making plans to stop at Port Royal. Mr. Gibbs stared at his small friend and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe he was Just in a bad mood"
"That doesn't sound like Jack"
There was a short pause. then Marty continued."A few nights ago I heard him talking to someone"
"yes!Yes! last night he asked me if I'd heard anything"
"who could he have been talking to?" Marty asked "I don't know..."

Suddenly Jack Sparrow came bursting into the room. He stared at the two pirates. "What are you doing down here?" he asked.

Mr. Gibbs lifted up a nearby rope and handed the other end to Marty.
"we were repairing the ship, Captain" He said. "what are YOU doing down here?" Marty asked suspicuosly.

"Er- Iwas...I mean- well-"Jack mumbled. then turned around and left the room.

Marty stared at the door, both confused and sastisfied with his work. They dropped the rope and let it fall to the floor sending dust up into their faces. They Coughed.
"I think we're onto him." Marty said.