The Crow's Nest

Jack couldn't help but be nervous about that weird old witch. The way she kept grinning at him, muttering under her breath. He was glad to be away from that island. Everyone had an eerie, knowing smile as he walked past them. Creeped him out.

Jack hurriedly draped himself over the ramparts as another wave of nausea threatened to gut him. Jack did his best to tolerate it.

"Captain," came a voice. Gibbs. Jack took a deep breath and slowly turned to Gibbs, feeling rather lightheaded as he did so.

"Yes?" he gasped, taking off his hat and fanning himself.

"Are you all right?" Gibbs asked, looking deeply concerned.

"Wha? Oh, yeah, never been bette..." Jack blurted before he gagged again. "Never been better...just...seasick."

"You don't get seasick, captain. We all know that." Gibbs said. Jack was silent.

"Yes I do. Or at least, now I do." he protested.

"Since when?" Gibbs pressed. Jack flopped onto his back and thought for a moment.

"You remember when we went on that one island, the one with the batty old witch...the...the one with the green hair...?" he began.

"Aye..." Gibbs said, nodding.

"I think she's messed with my sea legs, savvy?" Jack said, grinning. Gibbs was about to say something when Jack's eyes fluttered shut and he slumped on the deck. Gibbs had no choice but to pick up Jack by the armpits and drag him off to the cabin.

"I think she's messed up more than that..." he muttered.

When Jack suddenly rolled out of his bed 3 hours later he slowly pulled himself up, leaning against the wall for support. He felt sick again and clamped his hand on his stomach. Then he noticed something strange. The skin there was softer. Usually, it had a bit of a callus from all the belts that Jack wore...but this seemed downright impossible. Jack suddenly felt euphoric and headed out onto the deck.

"Alright everyone, is there a sign of land anywhere?" he asked, standing at the head of the stairs. Ragetti looked up, popping his wooden eye back in its socket.

"Captain..." Jack turned his head.

"The crew and I have been talking and...we think you should get your situation checked out..." Ragetti said hesitantly. Jack cocked his head in thought.

"As do I...which is why I asked if there was any sign of land..." Jack said, feeling a little snippy. "So answer the question. Is there any sign?"

"Yes." Ragetti said, starting to cower a bit. "But we think it's best to ask the last person you saw before this began..."

"And...?"

"Well, who was it?" Ragetti pressed. Jack's eyes widened as we went deep into thought. It was the witch, and he knew it. Jack swayed at the realization, clutching the railing.

"That batty...batty old...witch..." Jack said as his eyes rolled back and his knees buckled. The crew looked at him, seeing as he had fainted again, and then looked to each other.

"Off we go."