[That'd do it. The stuffed animal was forgotten as Gibbs stared in surprise. This was a new one, even for him. For once, the usually chatty pirate was at a loss for words. After the initial shock wore off, he wracked his brain, thinking of just how this might be possible. Of course rum would have lubricated the process faster, but there was no use in wanting what he couldn't have just then.]

It must be this place then. No telling what's happened here if this truly be Davy Jones Locker. Time flows differently there.