There was a moment during which the pirate hung on to that rail as though he thought standing was a necessary and good and important thing. Then, apparently, his body disagreed with him on that matter and Jack was on the deck again, this time curling in and wrapping around himself. He had to focus, he decided, on breathing and not chundering again. Sparrow couldn't abide sick people. He was rarely sick himself. He NEVER reacted this way after drinking.

He had probably never drunk this much at one sitting.

"Nowhere left to go," he mumbled.