( If Jack didn't run off in the books [] You're teenage CJS )

It was a peaceful day out on the seas. The waves were crashing against the bottom of the Troubadour. Captain Edward Teague was handling the wheel, as he always did. His crew was scrambling around on deck as Teague gave them orders... but couldn't help but notice that his son, (Captain) Jack Sparrow, wasn't on deck. He knew his son hated the job he gave him (cabin boy), but it was odd how he wasn't in sight.

Teague let go of the wheel and walked down the stairs, across the main deck, and towards his son's bedroom. He knocked gently; no response. He knocked again; no response. He then slowly opened the door as he noticed it was unlocked... and saw that he had a trash can by his bed, along with tissues. He looked between the tissues and trash cans before it clicked... and he realized his son had gotten sick somehow.

Oh, Jackie...