Barbossa and his crew were sailing towards Tortuga in hopes of finding Jack so they can take back the map he stole. Barbossa was going down to the brig to see Mr. Gibbs. He had Jack on his shoulders and was talking to him as a father talks to his son. He held a green apple in his hands…a shiny green apple.

Barbossa found Mr. Gibbs sitting on the floor muttering to himself.

"Gibbs."

Gibbs got up, startled. "Y-yes, Barbossa."

"That's Captain Barbossa to you."

"Well then, it's Mister Gibbs, to you." Gibbs said stubbornly. Uncharacteristically, Gibbs had a menacing tone to his voice. He seemed crazy and mad.

"I see the island had an effect on you," Barbossa said.

"It would've had an effect on anyone if ye put 'em there for the length of-" Gibbs stopped mid-sentence and looked at his fingers.

"Well serves ye right for tryin' to take orders from Jack and sneakin' aboard my ship!" Barbossa bellowed at him.

"Captain Jack is a better captain then ye'll ever be. He is a legend that you could never live up to."

His eyes narrowed upon Gibbs. He took a big bite of his shiny green apple, and laughed heartily. It was true that Barbossa had put Gibbs on the same island he had mutinied Jack upon without a pistol because Barbossa didn't want the same thing to happen with Gibbs (the whole 'I'm going to kill you with this last shot' scenario). However, they needed to find Jack, and the only person who would know where Jack was, was Mr. Gibbs, so they went to get him back 7 days later. However, seven days alone on an island with barely any food could drive any man mad… and that is what happened to Gibbs. His face had severely aged and his lately often unfocused eyes had a glint of insanity in them. And, to top it off, he regularly talked to himself. He turned cold and mean.

"Well, that may be so to you, but I provide me crew with what they call shiny treasures, unlike Jack, who used his crew to do his tasks. And I also see that he's left his first mate to die in the hands of me crew, and went out to Tortuga for a few bottles of rum." Barbossa said cruelly, his eyes glaring and glinting in the gentle moonlight.

Gibbs stayed quiet. He was starting to loose interest with what Barbossa was saying. He began to tell himself the tale of a pirate named Captain Marie who had too much rum, yet managed to save himself from a giant attacking monkey who thought the pirate was a peanut wearing a dress that belonged to his monkey-lad friend. (Insanity was starting to get to the poor man.) Barbossa just stood there staring flustered at this obviously insane man who once used to be joyful old Mr. Gibbs.

"MR. GIBBS!"

"Aye, Captain Marie!"

"Tell me where Jack is? What tavern is he in?"

"We are going to save Captain Jack!? He was a good man. Shame, he got to that island with them cannibals… he was on a fool's errand that day, but he ain't no fool, you see…"

"MR. Gibbs? What tavern did ye used to go to?"

"Tortuga, it is."

Barbossa sighed heavily and walked away from this hopeless case that was now again muttering about Captain Marie. He walked up on deck to find his crew eyeing him with accusing glares. Pintel approached him.

"Capt'n, where we headed?" Pintel asked him. Barbossa eyed him disgustedly.

"I don't recall me tellin' you dogs to quit workin'!" Barbossa shouted at them.

"Ay, sir, ye didn't, but we don't find the need to works no more."

Raggetti agreed immediately while the rest of the crew hesitated but nodded in agreement.

"Ah you don't now, do ye? Why is that, may I ask?" Barbossa came close to Pintel's face. Pintel tried to remain his composure, but he gulped quite loudly.

"Well wif Jack, yah see…" Pintel obviously lost the confidence he had first faced the captain with "He… well, he always had a plan…something to do."

"Oh, I see. The lot of you seems to think I am failing to fulfill the needs of me crew as a captain, eh?"

"Exactly capt'n….we knew you'd understand," Raggetti said. He looked at Pintel and whispered to him, "Told yah he'd understand!"

Barbossa had remained calm up until that point, when he released his obvious anger. "Well, maybe you should get a new captain! Maybe Pintel here has a plan?" he asked. The crew, in spite of trusting Pintel, looked at each other nervously. They had obviously lost their faith in him. "Get to work, the lot of you!"

They all ran to get to work

Barbossa smiled a crooked smile at the lot of them scurrying to get to work. "And next time you lot confront the captain make sure ye have a reason!" Barbossa headed up to the wheel, taking out his telescope and peering ahead at the glorious sea. "We're headin' for Tortuga in the hopes of finding Jack to take the map and that compass of his!"

Barbossa then continued to bark out orders, Jack sitting upon his shoulder, screeching along with him.

Pintel sighed to himself, getting to work. He looked over to Raggetti. He whispered softly to him, "Oh yea, he understood everything, didn't he?"

Raggetti ignored what Pintel had just said, slightly frowning. "I wish we stayed wif Jack."

"Ay, well, yah know him. Bet he's havin' loads more luck and fun wif out this bloody fool shoutin' out orders all the time." He motioned over to Barbossa who was…well, shouting out orders.

"Ay," Raggetti said. "Loads more fun."

Jack and Elizabeth sat cross-legged on a small piece of what seemed to be a part of a broken ship. They were leaving a small, ominous island that was very different from the one Elizabeth was on before. The island itself was covered in thick smog. They were surrounded by sharks, and it was getting dark out. The island they just left was completely covered in thick forest and shouting could be heard coming from the distance on the island. Elizabeth's hair was a mess and her clothes were soaked and she was shivering, while Jack's hat was missing and he clutched his compass tightly with a slightly bleeding hand. In his good hand he held a bottle of rum. He was also very wet.

Elizabeth glimpsed out into the ocean, while Jack looked down into his compass.

"Ah…" Jack started. "We're getting near-" No later did he say this that a huge wave came and crashed over them. "…we're almost there."

"I would hope so. I don't think I could take much more of this."

And so, they began to row; Jack with a skeleton arm, and Elizabeth, with a bent piece of tree branch.