He wasn’t looking for the Fountain of Youth this time. He was looking for his left arm.

Suddenly, the ground shook. From the depths of the digital ocean rose Davy Jones. His beard was a tangle of lime-green LEGO snakes, and his claw was a specialized molded piece that looked terrifyingly blunt. He didn't speak; he simply pointed a square finger at Jack and unleashed a horde of barnacle-encrusted crewmen.

"Focus, Mr. Turner!" Jack shouted, tripping over a tropical flower that instantly exploded into three smaller petals. "We have a curse to break and a high-score multiplier to maintain!"