Mortal men like Jack Sparrow did not make good pets, she knows because she has had them before. They were not content to be caged. Their freedom was far from her and in the tight grasp of figureheads. If only she had been able to get to them first, to bind them to her as the other women had bound them. Penelope. The Black Pearl. Never Calypso. Never Atlantis. But she would keep him here on this island for a little while longer and engage in the pretense that she could keep him forever. And one morning he was gone.