*dumps millions of m&ms on the ship*
“Er.. Mr Gibbs.. what exactly are we standing in?”
“Apparently they be little colourful beads, Cap’n.”
“I just ate one!” Ragetti pipes up. “Them’s sweets!”
“I knew that,” Jack insists. “Sweet storm. Been sailing around trying to find it for ages.”
“Ah!” says Gibbs. “What does the ‘M’ stand for?”
“.. Me.”
















