Loud footsteps sounded behind Marcela as the Sparrow approached. He seemed to have blinders on as he hadn't said anything about her yet. He was very concerned with a book he had in his hands. Behind him were a ragtag band of other pirates, none of which Marcela really cared to know about. Though, they did notice her and kept their distance. It would seem to her that this wasn't their first run in with the undead, and they were rightfully hesitant to approach her.

"There is no map in this map!" Jack frowned, holding the book up to Carina.

"Er... captain..." One of the crew members managed to finally squeak out. They were nervous as well as they should have been. It wasn't often that the dead walked among the living. And the blood that constantly poured from her stomach wound must have been rather frightening.

"Oh. OH! Bugger!" Jack jumped as soon as he'd laid eyes on her cracked pale skin and oozing abdominal cavity. Marcela couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man. And then she wondered if he even remembered her or what he'd done that made her that way.

"I know you. You were with er... Spanish," Jack pointed at her, putting it all together in his head. He'd seen her on the ship that day. It was so long ago, but other than looking dead the woman hadn't aged a bit. But why had she come there? And if she was free, then it meant that the Spanish captain was free as well. It really put into perspective the sense of urgency that he was feeling because if he couldn't get to the trident in time, then he was sure that he was going to be killed... and Jack Sparrow fully intended to live forever. But this woman was something he would have to deal with in a moment. He needed to find that map. He needed to find that trident.

"Give me my diary," Carina sighed, exasperated at the scoundrels she was surrounded by. Jack only pulled the diary away from her though it wasn't as though she could snatch it out of his hands seeing as she was bound to the mast.

"Give me the map no man can read," Jack countered.

"If you could read it, then it wouldn't be called the map that no man can read," Carina smirked slightly. Her mannerisms were familiar to Marcela... And her eyes were almost the same as looking into Hector's. Her hair had that same curl to it as his once had. But Carina was beautiful and Hector, well... he'd been relatively handsome once, but years of seafaring had given him a rather haggard appearance. Marcela wasn't certain, but this girl did remind her of Hector in some ways. But perhaps she was just mistaking the bright blue hue of her eyes for something more.

"I beg you please don't argue with her," Henry said. It did seem futile, the girl had some wit to her. It was refreshing, especially considering that most women tended to be uneducated.

"Most of the men on this ship can't read. Which makes all maps the map that no man can read," Jack said. He still hadn't seemed to acknowledge her, and if he did notice her, he wasn't saying anything.

"Well if you can't read it then you have no use for it, or me." Carina seemed to be rather proud of herself. It didn't seem hard for her to outsmart the men.

"Let me start again. Show me the map," Jack begged. Well it wasn't quite begging yet, but he was getting impatient. The scene was rather comical to watch and Marcela had forgotten for a moment that she wasn't really supposed to be there.

"I can't. It doesn't yet exist," Carina explained.

"She's a witch!" The bald dwarf exclaimed.

"I'm an astronomer!" Countered Carina.

"Ah, ah. She breeds donkeys," Said one of the crew members. He had longer hair lightened by countless days in the sun and he, too was on his way to sporting a rough weathered face and contracting scurvy.

"What? No. An astronomer contemplates the sky!"

"Yeah, on a donkey!"

"No, there's no donkey!"

Well then how do you breed them?"

"Allow me to simplify this question. Give me the map, or I will kill..." Jack seemed to need to think about it for a moment. He couldn't kill the girl and it didn't really seem the girl was worried about being killed, "him. Or I'll kill him." Carina seemed to consider it for a moment as she stared up at him with her cerulean eyes.

"Go on then. You're bluffing." She stood up to the pirate.

"And you're blushing," Jack grinned. Marcela rolled her eyes once more. It was hard to believe that someone like him managed to trap the most infamous pirate hunter in all the seas. He seemed to be an imbecile.

"Throw him over," Jack tilted his head to look at his crew who immediately jumped into action. Marcela watched passively as they gagged and bound him.

"We call this keel hauling. Young Henry will be tossed over and he will be dragged under the ship," Jack watched as the crew cackled and brought Henry over to be thrown overboard. But it seemed that they had forgotten. If they threw him overboard, Marcela could just jump in the water and bring him right back up. He wasn't in much danger... well aside from Marcela possibly trying to eat him, that is.

"Alright," Carina replied. She'd been freed of the ropes binding her to the mast, "What are you waiting for?" She asked.

"He doesn't appear to be-" a gag was shoved in Henry's mouth as he struggled against them.

"No, not bluffing, me. He's trying to say something," Jack grinned again. It was a little unsettling that he could be so smiley during the process of possibly killing a man, though she'd experienced far worse with Armando. The man he'd turned into would do just the same thing.

"No, no we don't have any food on board, sorry" he continued just before they threw Henry over the railing. Carina started forward only to be stopped by one of the crew members who stood next to her.

"If he's lucky he'll drown before the barnacles shred him to ribbon," commented the older man at the helm of the ship.

"Barnacles..." Carina breathed. It seemed that she was really coming to terms with what was happening. Henry would possibly die...

"Like a thousand knives across your back. And of course, the blood attracts sharks," Jack explained.

Marcela went and looked over the side. If Henry was truly in danger, she supposed that she could jump in and save him, but first they needed this map. For once, she was on the side of the pirates. The girl needed to spill her secrets or else nothing good would come of this.

"Sharks?" Carina asked, growing a little more nervous.

"Shark off the bow!" Called the older man who had been steering the ship.

"Where?" Carina asked.

"I would say that swimming is no longer his primary concern," Jack slurred slightly. Marcela's nose wrinkled. She knew she'd smelled rum, but it hadn't hit her until that moment exactly how drunk this man might have been.

"The map is there!" Carina cried, pointing up into the sky. Everyone looked up in confusion.

"Where?" Jack asked.

"On the tip of your finger?"

"No. In the heavens. That diary will lead me to a map hidden in the stars. Let him up. I'll find it tonight." Carina confessed.

"Sorry, can't bring him up," Jack said with a shake of his head, "look for yourself."

Carina rushed to the side of the ship and to her surprise, Henry was in no danger at all. He'd landed on the dingy floating just beside the ship.

"As I said! Blushing!" There was a roar of laughter from the ship's small crew.

And it was then that Jack remembered the dead woman on his ship. He turned to her and jumped slightly at her appearance. If this was what she looked like, then he didn't want to think about what that Spanish Captain looked like.

"Come to exact your revenge upon me, love?" Jack asked, leaning against the railing of the ship.

"I'm here to save us all. And that includes you even if I don't believe you deserve saving. He's coming for, Jack Sparrow, and nothing will stop him," Marcela turned away from him and looked out to the sea.

"He's got the compass, Jack. You can't hide from us. There is no corner of the Earth that you can go to that will save you. The trident is our only hope... of saving you, all the people you know, and everyone I care about." Marcela ran her fingers over the rough wood at the port side of the Dying Gull.

Jack seemed to mull this over. Things seemed grave, indeed. But he thought he understood what was going on. He knew that look Marcela had in her eyes. It was the look of a woman in love. She hoped to save him, that captain. But what lengths would she go to in order to do it? Jack wasn't sure he completely understood what it was that this siren thought she was going to do. But he had seen what determined women could do and if she could stop the captain from trying to kill him, then he supposed that he couldn't argue with that. For that moment, he would go along with this just to see where it went.