Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Looks like the last act of Hamlet. A quick nip of rum, and I’ll be right
as rain.
The thought didn’t make him feel much better. Taking the folded
parchment Chamba had brought, Jack laid it atop the coins that clearly
showed in the open mouth of the sack, then weighed it down so a stray
breeze wouldn’t send it flying away.
With the stage set, Jack headed off to his cabin, tiptoeing over
and past bodies. It brought back memories of that night that
Esmeralda had turned up to rescue the Wench. Not for the first time,
he found himself wondering what Esmeralda and Amenirdis had talked
about when she’d had the princess over to Venganza to dine with her.
Obviously, they’d talked about him. What had they said? They’d sure
giggled a lot…
Reaching the door of his cabin, Jack entered with a sigh of relief.
Rum, he thought. I really, really need a drink. Or two…
He also needed to hide the swag he’d brought out of the labyrinth.
By now Jack had quite a number of hiding places in his cabin. Several
of the deck boards could be pried up to reveal hidey-holes. And, of
course, there was the largest space, located in the captain’s head.
Jack spent some time arranging his pick of the treasure items in
his assorted hiding places. Not all of them fit, so he decided to take
the sack back out with him, and place it beside the pharaoh’s. They
could break up some of the silver and gold plates, for instance, in
order to divide them up.
Only then did he allow himself to sink onto his bunk, with the bottle
of rum in hand...
A while later, Jack decided it was time to get back out on deck.
Amenirdis hadn’t been too sure how long the spell would last. It had
been close to an hour since Heka had sailed away.
Carrying the sack, with half a dozen good-sized pieces from the
labyrinth, Jack picked his way back across the deck, finding it
considerably more difficult to avoid stepping on crewmembers than it
had been earlier. He actually did lose his balance at one point, and
wound up stepping on the cook’s arm, all the while windmilling his
arms desperately to avoid falling on his backside. He nearly spilled the
sack.