Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

But finally, he made it all the way to the bow and placed his sack
next to Pharaoh Shabako’s.
“There you go,” he said. Sometime in the past half hour he’d
begun talking to himself—the quiet was getting on his nerves. “Now, to
find a bit of shade...”
In the end, Jack wound up dragging a few crewmembers,
including Frank Connery, half a foot this way or that, so he’d have room
to lie down. He plopped down onto the deck in the nice little patch of
shade cast by the capstan, sitting down rather harder than he’d
originally intended, because he lost his balance on the way down.
Carefully, Jack stretched himself out on his side—
—only to find himself looking at a pair of large, calloused, and
remarkably filthy male feet, approximately six inches from his nose.
That wouldn’t do, not at all.
Sitting up with a muffled grunt, he maneuvered himself around,
then stretched out the other way so he was looking at nothing worse
than the wood of the capstan. That was all right.
Jack closed his eyes. Must make this look good, he thought.
Don’t want anyone suspecting I wasn’t really asleep.
He wondered what Amenirdis was doing right now. Was she
thinking of him? He remembered the way her skin felt, and her scent,
and the way she…
“Captain! Captain Sparrow!”
Someone was shaking him frantically and bellowing in his ear.
“Hmm…wuzzat? Hmmmm?” Jack said, opening one eye. It was his lee
helmsman, William Banks, who was shaking him. “Wake up, Captain
Sparrow!”
Jack opened the other eye. “Take your hands off me, Mr. Banks,”
he snapped. “That’s an order.”
Banks hastily let go, and sat back on his heels. “Captain Sparrow,
thank the Lord! I thought everyone was dead!”
Jack sat up. “By Jove!” he said, putting just the right amount of
surprise and dismay into his voice. “What the devil happened, Banks?”
“I don’t know, Cap’n!” Banks almost wailed. “I woke up and it
looked like this!”
Other bodies were beginning to stir.