Pirates of the Caribbean: The Price of Freedom

Finally, he spat a last time, then wiped his mouth on the sleeve of
his shirt and straightened up—only to have his knees nearly buckle. He
leaned against the railing, eyes closed, breathing through his mouth,
afraid to look around and see whether any of his crew had witnessed
that disgraceful exhibition.
“Feel better now?” It was Robby’s voice.
Jack nodded. “Think so. I’m going to my cabin for a few minutes.
Have to put away my octant.”
“You’re not on watch, Jack,” Robby said, walking along beside
him as Jack made an unsteady way down the ladder from the bow,
along the weather deck. The captain unlocked his cabin with trembling
hands, then went in. After carefully stowing his octant in his sea chest,
Jack collapsed onto his chair. He took out his flask and sipped
carefully, mindful of his thoroughly empty stomach.
The few swallows of rum helped. After a minute, he straightened
and opened his eyes. “That’s a little better.”
“You do look better,” Robby agreed. “I’ve never seen anyone so
green in my life.”
“Don’t remind me,” Jack said. “I assure you that I sincerely regret
all those times I’ve laughed at lubbers who nearly turn themselves
inside out, feeding the fish.”
“It’s an awful smell,” Robby said.
“Ships will be able to tell what we’re hauling for miles,” Jack said.
He slumped forward, holding his head in his hands. “May all the forces
of Hades and Hell damn Cutler Beckett for eternity, Robby,” he
muttered. “May he die alone, and have no one to mourn him.”
“Pretty strong curses, Jack,” Robby observed.
“I hope they bloody well come true,” Jack said, in a savage
undertone. “You should have seen him that day, Robby. I never fooled
him. He knew I was lying about something, even if he couldn’t prove it.
So he set out to grind me into the muck, just like he’d squash a bloody
cockroach. Sodding little wanker.” He dropped his hands.
Robby raised his eyebrows. “The only other man I’ve ever seen
that made you this angry was Christophe, Jack.”
“Don’t think I haven’t fantasized about running the little git through,
Robby.”