's arrow moves side to side. Jack drops his pen frustratedly. Picks up his rum bottle, peers inside it. He tips it upside-down and a few trickles of rum drop out of it.]Jack: Why is the rum always gone?
[He stands up and staggers sideways. Plucks up his hat from a nearby globe.]
Jack: Oh. [puts on the hat] That's why.
[As he walks out the door he picks up his coat and baldric.]
[Leech, at the wheel amidst the pouring rain, sees him]
Leech: Do we have a heading, Captain?!
Jack: [not looking at him, carrying a lantern; drunkenly, waving his finger around] Steady as she goes!
[Leech looks a bit confused as Jack heads belowdeck. The rest of the crew is there, sleeping and snoring. (Why does Marty have Cotton's leg in his arms?)]
Jack: As you were, gents.
[He comes upon the storage room. Several chickens cluck very loudly. Jack pulls his pistol on them and they go silent]
Jack: What?
[The chicken merely stares at him]
Jack: [half-laughing] I thought so.
[He shoves the pistol back into his belts and moves past the goats]
Jack: ...Ladies.
[Finally he gets to the rum locker. He taps a few barrels, checking its contents. Bonk-bonk-bonk. As soon as he lets his fist go, two more "bonk"'s are heard. He looks around suspiciously. Sees an empty rack with yucky barnacles around it.]
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