The crew stood there in shock, as they watched none other than Captain Barbossa himself, living and breathing, eating a green apple, with the juice dribbling down his chin.
It was unbelievable! He was alive, right here in front of all of them, no worse for wear. This man was pure evil and tried to kill Captain Jack Sparrow on more than one occasion, and now he was going to lead them to the land of the dead to rescue him? It just didn't make any sense! Will Turner looked at Tia Dalma with a glare on his face.
"How could you? How could you bring this man back? He can't be trusted!"
Tia Dalma just smiled, and looked over in Barbossa's direction. "Him turn over a new leaf."
At this, Will scoffed. "I somehow find that hard to believe."
"It be true, Mister Turner. I owe a debt to Tia Dalma here for bringing me back to life. I am fully human again, and no longer cursed. I may not be one of Sparrow's biggest
fans, but we pirates need to stick together. No matter how much we all like or detest one another."
Well, that was that, then. They had no choice but to trust him. He would be leading them all to the Locker, after all. Except there was one thing was was bugging the
whole crew, and Pintel was the first one to voice it.
"But if Barbossa can be brought back from the dead just like that, why can't Jack?"
Tia Dalma looked at Pintel in annoyance. "Because Barbossa was only dead. He didn't go to the Locker. Jack, however, did! Jack is not dead, he is trapped in his own
personal hell, and him mind will go crazier an' crazier the longer he's 'der."
Ragetti whispered to Pintel, "I think that answers the question."
Everyone gathered to discuss when they would leave for this here voyage. They decided they would leave at the crack of dawn. Tia Dalma had secured a ship for them called The White Lilly. It wasn't as fast as the Black Pearl, but it was still a pretty good ship and would get them to where they needed to go. As they discussed their plans for the travel, Elizabeth Swann walked outside of the hut, still holding on to her cup which she has yet to take a sip from.
The world seemed so much darker now. A lot sadder. Elizabeth could not rid herself of this awful guilt she felt. It was because of her that they would be going on a very
dangerous journey, risking all of their lives. It was because of Elizabeth, that Jack was in hell right now, suffering. I'm not sorry. That had been a lie. A big one. She was
never more sorry for anything, and hoped that Jack would forgive her once they found him. But would he be all right? Would he be the same, or would he have completely
lost his mind? Sure, Jack was strange at times, but he knew what he was doing in serious matters, and pretty much had a level head on his shoulders, he was just so...
mysterious. Once Elizabeth climbed down into the longboat, Will had asked her where Jack was with an accusing glare on his face. Why had he been so angry with her?
Did he see that she left Jack to his terrible fate, and was angry for that? Was it because he saw the kiss? Oh good God, no. Elizabeth only kissed Jack to distract him, it
had nothing whatsoever to do with love! She heard footsteps behind her, and hoped it would be Will so she could explain everything, but it wasn't. It was Tia Dalma.
"Everybody getting sleep now, Miss Swann. I suggest you do 'de same."
"I won't be able to sleep. I'm too upset."
"About witty Jack?"
"Yes, about him, about Will, about a lot of things."
"I know what you did."
What? She knew? How could she possibly know? No one knew the real story except for her and Jack, right?
"How do you know that?"
"I know a lot of 'dings, Miss Swann. You gave ol' Jack 'de Kiss o' Death."
At hearing the words, Kiss of Death, Elizabeth started to cry again. She never thought of that phrase until now. But she guessed it was true. The kiss was deadly all right.
"I'm so sorry, Tia Dalma. I thought I was doing the right thing-"
"It not be me you should be apologizing to."
Before Elizabeth could say anything, Tia Dalma went back inside the hut. Elizabeth knew that Tia was right. She needed to apologize. To two people. Jack and Will. Once Jack was rescued, hopefully, they could all sit down and discuss their problems with one another and work things out. Will would understand and forgive her, she knew he would, but would Jack? Jack did carry a pistol with one single bullet for ten years, because Barbossa marooned him. What in the world would he do to someone who actually murdered him? The thought sent chills down Elizabeth's spine and she knew she wouldn't get any sleep, but it was worth a try.
Elizabeth went back inside the hut and took an empty space on the floor, and closed her eyes, praying that sleep would come.