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The deck of the Black Pearl is full of activity as the crew hastens about, making ready to set sail. Whether hauling lines or hoisting sails, securing the longboats or tying down nets, everyone has work to do and is busily seeing to it.

Everyone, that is, save Will Turner, who is still lying unconscious on the deck.

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Shouting back and forth to each other, the men set to with more speed and enthusiasm than has been seen on board in quite some time. Of course, they've never had such a monster nipping at their heels, either.

They pull up the grates on both the main deck and gundeck, tossing barrels of gunpowder into the cargo hold where others await with the net.

The task doesn't take as long as it should.

One of the pirates recently acquired in Tortuga looks up at Gibbs and spreads his hands wide.

"We are short-stocked on gunpowder! Six barrels!"

Bet he gives an ass rat's now.

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Gibbs, annoyed that they ran light on powder (knowing, of course that running heavy on powder is even more dangerous) turns and runs for the stairs, catching Will on the way down.

"There’s only half a dozen kegs of powder!"

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"Then load the rum!" Will says shortly. Anything flammable.

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The crew goes silent. Such a thing...surely there has to be another way.

They look to Gibbs, stricken but in thought. And he knows that rum will do you no good if you are too dead to drink it.

"Aye, the rum too!"