In a fit of anger, he pulled out his cutlass and struck down several saplings, the crew stepping back a little. "The filthy, lying, little SPARROW!" He shouted, turning from the forest, and began to head back to the rowboat. "What now, Cap'n?" One crewmember approached him, and Barbossa turned to him sharply, but took a long pause. "Camille." He said flatly, once again moving for the rowboat. The name was echoed softly amongst them, as they followed his heavy strides down the beach.
Once back on the Pearl, Hector immidiately told the helmsman to head for Tortuga, where Camille always had said she would wait for him. He almost silently made his way to his cabin, Jack following behind, and sat in the dim, dusty, but altogether comfort of the quiet room.
He picked up an apple from the shallow bowl and held it for a moment, in his palm, before biting into it, sending a CRACK into the crevaces of the room.
He eventually fell into a lull of sleep, his head bowed, and the apple that had four bites taken out of it fell with a dull 'Thump'. Even Jack had stopped chittering, and his eyelids were drooping. He jumped down from his perch, and curled himself next to Barbossa's chair, out of either loyalty, weariness, or the discarded apples.