Barbossa limped through the town dressed in his finest clothes. He needed to speak to the local witch, Shansa. He had known her for many years after saving her from death. Joanna knew nothing about her. None of his family knew her. All of his business occurred when he left Joanna and Joseph on land years ago. Barbossa was hiding many secrets.

"I'll be needing time with your witch", he said to the guards.

He pulled a bag of gold coins out, bribing the guards to let him in the shack. It was dark inside, except for the candles and fireplace. He turned to see the witch known as Shansa. The woman with no hair and markings all over her body. She kept her back to the pirate as she continued her activity.

"I have been expecting you, captain", she said pouring a foul mixture in a cup. "Perhaps you would like some tea?"

Barbossa took one look at what she was doing, seeing her drink the thick substance before smiling in disgust.

"I shall pass, thank you kindly."

"The price of crossing my door is blood, captain."

Shansa turned, looking at Barbossa. She knew why he was there and knew he had to pay for coming to her.

"That explains why you're not so busy..." Barbossa looked around the shack, seeing the bodies of those who had previously come to her.

"Everyone pays, eventually."

Barbossa was not normally intimidated, but a blood witch like her tended to make him nervous. Even Calypso wasn't this bad. The way this witch spoke like everything in the world was right was getting him fed up. Barbossa came here for answers, and he needed them now.

"Shansa, you and I made a bond long ago", he said. "I saved you from the gallows, remember?"

"And I cursed your enemies", Shansa said turning to Barbossa, offended the pirate was acting like she was ungrateful for what he did. "But, now you come to me with fear. As the dead have taken command over the sea."

"And what would the dead be wanting with me?" Barbossa asked.

"Not you, captain."

Shansa turned back to the fireplace, smiling as she gazed into the flames, seeing what deities were instructing.

"They're searching for a sparrow."

"Jack?"

Barbossa looked at her with wide eyes. Jack starting up more trouble that was going to involve him and his family once again. When would it ever stop? Barbossa could not keep doing this forever. He watched as Shansa lifted a rat off her shoulder.

"Jack who sails for the trident…" she explained as she stroked the fur on the small rodent. "With a girl and a pearl."

"The trident can never be found", Barbossa shook his head.

His eyes widened as he watched the witch toss the rat into the flames. A large puff of smoke billowed in the chimney as the rat squeaked in agony in its final moments.

"The trident is Jack's only hope", Shansa said. "The dead are conquering the sea, unable to step on dry land."

In the fireplace, she and Barbossa could see a vision. More ships of his armada were being attacked, sunken in flames while Salazar's ship remained intact. Shansa looked at Barbossa, trying to suggest one more way to save his life.

"Maybe you should retire to the country side."

"You mean grass? On a farm? Milking a cow, making cheese. While they sink me treasure? Joanna tried to get me to retire before. I couldn't do it. What makes you think I'd be willing to try it again?"

"Ask yourself this, captain", Shansa frowned. "Is this treasure worth dying for?"

"I'm a pirate", he answered full of confidence. "Always will be! So how do I save what be mine?"

"Jack held a compass which points you to the thing you desire most", she was quick to answer. "But betray the compass...and it releases your greatest fear."

"And a pirate's greatest fear will be Salazar, is it?" Barbossa asked, trying to understand how this came to be.

He stopped speaking when he saw Shansa hold a compass in her hand. Jack's compass that pointed to whatever the holder desired most in the world.

"How did you get this?" he asked.

"I have my ways", she smugly swung the compass back and forth on the string in Barbossa's face. "Lead them to Jack before he finds the trident, and all your treasure will come back to you."

Barbossa grabbed the compass, pulling it away from her.

"Time to make a deal with the dead", he smiled and turned away.

This was just what he needed. Now all that was left for him to do was return to Joanna and set sail to find Salazar before the rest of his armada was sunk.