Jack
"Port to starboard! Shipwreck Cove!" Jack Sparrow bounded down the rigging as fast as he could, breaking a few of the ropes on his way down. He stumbled slightly as he hit the deck. Gibbs was by his side to offer Jack his infamous hat.
"So, Captain," he started. "What exactly are we going to do when we reach shipwreck cove?"
"We steal the stone, of course."
Gibbs paused awkwardly, as he knew he would be asking several questions before getting a decent answer out of Jack, as always. "Y-yes, but... how are we actually going to do that... Well, seeing that Barbosa's men are many and our men are... Well, eight?"
Jack began his distinctive walk down towards the stern of the boat. Gibbs followed anxciously.
"Gibbs, you're an intelligent man..." He paused, cocking his head to ponder. "I think... So when I say that Barbosa and his men will certainly not be leaving the Cove with the stone, why do you think that is?"
Gibbs thought for a moment. "Because the stone is... hard to see?"
Jack turned and stared over Gibbs' shoulder, far into the nothingness ao the ocean for a moment. "No," he said, before continuing up the stairs. "Only I know what the stone actually looks like, and Elizabeth won't have a clue about what Barbosa wants, as she herself doesn't actually know that the stone she holds is not what she thinks it is."
For the fourth-maybe fifth-time, Gibbs was perplexed by the concept. "You've mentioned that... But we still only have eight men," he repeated.
"The fewer we are the more we'll avoid detection," Jack replied.
"...We're at least a day behind Barbosa."
"We have the pearl."
Gibbs softened his tone for what he was about to say. "...Yes, but... The Pearl... She's... Coming of age a bit, wouldn't you agree, Captain?"
"Nonsense," Jack replied, curtly, accidentally snapping one of the handles off the steering wheel. He grimaced at the rotting wood in his hands, before tossing it over his shoulder and proceeding to argue his point. "This ship will last a lifetime." He patted one of the three huge lamps which stood on the edge of the stern. It creacked loudly and the wood beneath it gave way. It plundered into the depths of the ocean, leaving a considerable hole in the wall. Jack stood there, his hand completely retracted in fear of something else breaking, for a moment. He suddenly relaxed his body. "Now, that looks better," he lied, unconvincingly. Shipwreck Cove was now a clearly outlined patch of grey with wear diamond-like shimmers as the light from the windows was reflected onto the ever changing waterline, growing stronger in the thick fogg with every passing moment. But as the pearl drew nearer, other, more familiar shapes started to make themselves visible, and they were surrounding the cove. Jack had managed to avoid encounters with the East Indian Trading Company rather successfully since the death of Cutler Beckett. There was even a time where the Pearl was presumed to have become unsailable, due to her almost complete absense of appearences in the last decade. And if the Pearl wasn't dead, then Jack surely was, rumored to have been murdered by Barbosa-when in truth, childish squabbles between Jack and Barbosa were as they always had been.
Both Gibbs and Jack eyed the yellow and black striped ships in shock for a moment.
"Err... Captain..."
"Hard to starboard! We're entering a little differently this time."
"...I've heard that can be bad luck on a pirate's part, Captain."
"Nonsense."
Lowering the anchor was a tricky business when attempting to dock on the bottom of a rocky cliff.
"So... Now what?" Gibbs asked, a little impatiently.
"We steal the stone, of course. Now, there's a hidden boat underwater... erm... somewhere... which is used as a secret way of getting into the cove. Where's the rum?"
Gibbs paused. "...The rum, Captain?"
"Yes, I need something to pass the time until you return with the whereabouts of this particular boat." Reluctantly, one of the men handed him a near empty bottle of rum and with that, Jack waved the seven men away. "Gentlemen, I shal eagerly await your return. Now, off you go."