Captain Jack Sparrow stood upon the ratlines of his ship, staring off toward what he assumed would be the shore of Narnia, if it in fact existed.

His judgment had been questioned multiple times, with his simple reply of “In my experience, those things that are doubted to exist, doubtless exist.”

He hoped he was right, but he would never admit that he was beginning to doubt himself, especially with the recent scarcity of rum.

“Land Ho!” called someone from the crow’s nest. Captain Jack shrugged, land was nothing. Rum was what they needed.

As the ship neared the coast, Captain Jack spied a man standing upon the coast. He raised his telescope to his eye. “Mmm…Nice hat.” The figure lifted up his eyes to stare back at Captain Jack, nearly causing him to lose his own hat.

When he looked back, an ugly woman in a white shimmery dress was standing on the beach, where the man had been, surrounded by snow.

Captain Jack walked back to the Captain’s quarters. “I must really need some rum…”