"Him leave me, I make him pay…"
The candlelight flickered in the darkened hut as the woman rooted through the cupboards. Her dark braids fell forward into her eyes, and she tossed them back impatiently. She knew exactly how she'd make him pay. Jack Sparrow would rue the day he ever crossed Tia Dalma.
"Aha!" Finding what she had been looking for, Tia stood and squinted at the jar.
She didn't hate him. She was as old as the hills and the swamps surrounding her hideaway; hate was a waste of precious time. Tia would punish him, for what he had done to her, and move on. It was her way, and Jack Sparrow should have known so.
Doing what she had to do, Tia sat back to view her work in her orb. Jack Sparrow appeared, crossing the Pearl's deck with that familiar, arrogant swagger. Suddenly, he stopped dead, and his eyes widened, almost comically.
"Bugger"
Tia Dalma threw back her head and laughed raucously, slamming a hand on the table so hard that the orb rolled off and shattered on the floor.
"Him wish him never leave Tia Dalma now." She murmured to herself. "Snip snip. Now who de eunuch, Jack Sparra'?"