Disaster, Transylvania, Mad Scientist, Patrick Star & Jack Sparrow.

Jack stumbled through a doorway, shaking bits of the sea off his coat and boots as he called back down the hall,

   “Thanks, mate! I’ll just let myself in then. Sorry for the...” he waved vaguely, “ship. Situation.”

   He turned to face the room he had aimlessly entered and was struck dumb for a moment.
   “Oh, hello.”

   Spread before the captain on a long wooden table and up walls of shelves were dozens, no, hundreds of bottles, vials, flasks, each filled with liquids in a rainbow of colors.

   “And thank you for your...hospitality.”

   In the least suspicious way possible (which is to say, very suspiciously), Jack meandered to the nearest shelf and absently grabbed a bottle at random.

   “Don’t mind if I do.”

   With some effort, he pulled out the cork and wafted the mystery elixir under his nose.

   I cannot begin to describe what it smelled like, but it must have been pretty horrible based on the string of curses Jack let loose, and the crash the bottle made as it hit the floor, splitting its contents over Jack’s boots which resulted in another string of curses.

   The next bottle - for there had to be a next bottle - he held with suspicion at arm’s length. He uncorked it cautiously, listening to the fizz and popping sounds that resulted.

   “Surely they can’t all be like this,” Jack said.

   “I dunno,” said a voice from somewhere near Jack’s feet. “I don’t trust it.”

   Jack was relatively unfazed. He was used to the sea life talking to him.

   “I never met a drink I didn’t trust,” he told the starfish clinging to his boot. He forced his eyes to focus. Was it wearing...swim trunks?

   “Are we going back soon?” the starfish asked. “It’s really dry in here.”

  “Not nearly as dry as I am, savvy?”

   Jack grabbed another bottle.