The sun had set and the stars had finally come out. The crew of the Dying Gull were all thankful that the night was clear. Carina could read the stars and bring them closer to the Trident. The ship was quiet save Jack's incessant snoring. It was almost nice. Marcela could remember spending nights like this with Armando long ago. The thought made her feel sad and wistful. For the moment, all that she could do was sit and wait. It made her apprehensive and rethink her decision. Armando was sure to be angry that she'd left. But it was for his own good. She needed to break their curse and the only way to do that was to find the trident before he did.

In his rage, she knew he would use it for the wrong thing. Of course, she wouldn't mind the extermination of pirates all over the seas... but first and foremost came their humanity. Marcela longed to go to Spain with Armando and see just how people lived on land. But even more than that, she wanted Armando back. He'd been slipping away through her fingers like sand. It had become impossible to hold everything together. Marcela feared that if she wasn't quick, there wouldn't be much of Armando left when he finally returned to her.

Marcela watched absently as Henry spoke with Jack, only half listening to the conversation. She didn't particularly care as long as things didn't get out of hand... which they did when Henry drew a sword against Jack.

"Like it or not, Jack, you're going to help me," Henry scowled, "I will break my father's curse!"

There was the distinct sound, the cocking of a gun. Marcela sighed, about ready to intervene. She stood from her spot and wandered over to them. She looked ethereal in the moonlight. Everything from her pale skin cracked like an antique doll to her amber eyes were otherworldly though it wasn't the first time that anyone had ever thought that, it was the first time that the gravity of this had hit them all. They were in a race against the dead for control of the sea...

"Next time you raise a sword, boy. Be the last to die," Jack said seriously. Henry seemed to consider it for a moment before putting the rusty sword away. This was the sort of thing that she'd gotten used to in all her years of living with pirates, and also the sort of thing that she'd hoped she'd never have to be a part of again.

Armando had always been good; and Marcela was sure that there was still good in him even if he didn't show it as much lately. So, when did they become the antagonists in all of this? She had always regarded him as lawful and gentlemanly even with his ruthless approach to pirates. Armando seemed to be all that was good and benevolent, at least to Marcela. This curse left her reeling with more questions than she had answers to. Pirates had always been the bad guys... the enemy. She had never allowed herself to see it any other way. But these people weren't so bad. Jack was of course a bumbling idiot in her mind and she didn't have a clue as to how he was still alive, but Henry and Carina didn't deserve to be caught up in all of this. But still that question remained, who was the antagonist? Jack Sparrow, the pirate who had killed everyone she'd come to live, couldn't possibly be the hero... but then again... couldn't he be?

The sun had begun its ascent into the sky. Armando had been anxiously waiting to see that ship on the horizon... the ship that he had a feeling his siren had hopped to... but he also wanted to see nothing so that he could have the pleasure of gutting Hector Barbossa. The man had wronged Marcela just as Jack had wronged them all. He had seen the spite in her eyes when they had happened upon that pirate, but hadn't quite put it together until he learned the man's name.

"The sun is up. And so is your time," Armando said with impatience. He tapped his sword against the deck and no sooner than that was another sword pressed up against Hector Barbossa's neck.

"Not to disagree, but the precision of our accord ends at sunrise. This be but first light. Far from a fully rising sun. And I know you to be a man of honor," Hector plead. Armando enjoyed seeing the slight panic in the pirate's eyes. His time was coming. There wasn't much that could stop that once he'd crossed paths with the Matador Del Mar.

"Honor... you know nothing of me," Armando turned his back on Hector. Lightning struck around them as their perpetual storm raged. It followed them everywhere, a looming cloud of doom which signaled their arrival... and the arrival of death.

"I know what it's like to be bested by Jack Sparrow," Hector reasoned, "he's an enemy to us both."

"You don't know who I am!" Armando growled, turning back to Hector and limping ever closer until his face was but inches from Barbossa.

"I've heard stories of a mighty Spanish captain. El Matador Del Mar. A man who scours the sea. Hunted and killed thousands of men," Hector was feeling rather uncomfortable between the sword at his neck and the heavy labored breathing of the captain before him. On one side of him was death... and on the other side of him was also death. There was no escape it seemed, unless he managed to appease the dead man.

"No no no no no. men, no. Pirates, eh? Pirates." Armando turned away from Hector to face the bow of the ship. He looked toward the horizon, at the sunrise in a reverie.

"Pirates had infected the seas for generations. Taken the life of my father and his father before. So I vowed to end this plague once and for all. And that is what I did. I destroyed dozens of ships. That is how I found her... trapped by pirates. Trapped by you. I took her in and she promised to help us in return. I never thought that I would love her... that the thought of losing her would cause me so much pain... The last pirates joined together to try and defeat me. But they soon realized it was hopeless. Nothing could stop the Silent Mary. The sea was finally... pure. Their wretched flags would no longer stain the sea. The last of their ships were burning before my eyes... and in the moment of... victory... it's when I heard it. One ship was trying to escape through the smoke. And there in the crow's nest, there was this young pirate boy. He stood there looking like.. like a little bird, "Armando flapped his hands slightly to mimic the flight of a bird.

"And from that moment he earned himself a name that would haunt me for the rest of my days. Jack the Sparrow... This boy... this boy was mocking my power so I chased him. Marcela begged me not to but I could not listen knowing that I would run my knife along his neck and when he was dead, I would finish finally with pirate's life," Armando was anguished to tell this story. It wasn't something he ever imagined he would have to recount to anyone.

"He took everything from me... and filled me with... rage... and pain." Armando limped around and stopped behind Hector, "and here is where the tale ends..." Armando unsheathed his rapier and pointed it at the back of Hector's neck.

"Not yet, capitán... there. Found as promised, " Hector pointed. Far off in the horizon there was a ship... Armando lowered his rapier. Marcela was there... he could feel it. This was it, he was going to get her back and kill Jack Sparrow. Armando knew that much.