You don't know how this happened, and neither does Edward. One second, you were handing Edward a harpoon. The next, a bull shark rammed into the boat, and Edward harpooned you.

Now, you sit on the Jackdaw, glaring at Edward as he attempts (and fails horribly) to tend to your wounds.

Edward glares back at you, although he looks more amused than anything. "Oh, c'mon, I said I was sorry," he says, trying his best to hide his medical failures by obscuring your view with his head.