Marcela knew what would happen next as Armando turned from them. They would seek to drive them out, and block their escape. It made her wonder what had happened once she'd jumped ship. Had Armando blamed Hector or Antonio for her sudden departure? Of course she didn't give a damn about Hector, but the thought of him blaming Antonio made her heart hurt just a little bit more for them.

Suddenly, Carina stood and began began undressing. Marcela knew that it was doubtful that they would ever be able to outrun the sharks and that they wouldn't go after her because well... she was dead, too.

"What are you doing?" Henry asked.

"The men on that ship are looking for Jack. And Jack is on this boat. I'm going to swim for it." Carina explained, continuing to unbutton her dress.

"You'll never be able to outswim them... Sharks can swim quite fast," Marcela mumbled.

"How dare you do exactly what I would do if I were you?" Jack frowned, gazing up at Carina.

"Carina, stop," Henry begged. He didn't know what Marcela was talking about, but up until this point, the dead siren had been right about a good many things.

"No no no no, don't stop!" Jack countered.

"This has gone far enough!"

"No it has not. Listen not to him. Carry on. Carry on."

Carina didn't listen to either of him. Instead, she dove off the boat and into the sea. Marcela's brows knit together. What was she to do? She could aid Carina to shore. That was exactly what she needed to do. Carina was the only one that could find the map. Both Jack and Henry were expendable, unfortunately. Perhaps that was the curse talking, however. When she'd been alive, she wouldn't have had to think twice about saving Henry. The boy was young and good and had so much potential in him to be a good man.

But then... on the other hand she could return to Armando. Marcela knew he had to be angry. She would have been angry. But it had become too late for any of that. The sharks had approached. Henry stood and began taking off his overcoat. He was just about to dive in when one of the sharks flew up and nearly grabbed him, but Jack had pulled him back just in time. Another shark bit off a sizeable chink off the boat. There were three of them circling the boat with one thing in mind and Marcela could only guess what it was: to kill Jack Sparrow.

Henry brandished an oar which would do him no good. The sharks were dead. They felt nothing and did only Armando's bidding. The hammerhead bit off a chunk of the port side of the boat. Henry cried out and smacked the animal in the head with his oar which didn't do much as it got stuck in the shark's head. Henry tried hard to pull the oar free but only managed to throw himself into the water. Marcela's eyes widened and without thinking, she jumped in, herself. She had barely grabbed the boy and shoved him back on board before the Great White had jumped right over the boat.

"Marcela!" Henry cried, attempting to reach for her to which she shook her head.

"They will not hurt me. Go. Get to shore quickly. They're coming!" Marcela urged. But their boat was taking on water faster than they could bail it out. And it was then that the crew of the Silent Mary jumped down and onto the water. They walked on it like it was earth and began sprinting toward them.

"How do they do that?" Jack asked. He didn't seem to be worried at all that he was about to be murdered either by sharks or Armando.

"We have to swim!" Henry cried, standing up, "I will distract them." He took his coat and threw it over. It attracted the sharks like moths to a flame.

"Now!" Henry called and jumped overboard as the sharks were busy attacking his coat. Jack got up and attempted to jump in but his foot got caught in the boat. Armando and the crew closed in as Marcela watched helplessly. And then the sharks were back again. Just as Armando reached Jack, he threw a grappling hook in one of the sharks' mouths and it took off, pulling him toward the land. A strong arm scooped Marcela up as they ran. She could remember that harsh breathing anywhere. Armando had found her. And it didn't seem he was too keen on letting her go.

Marcela flopped and struggled against him as he held her. Her fins splashed in the water as she pushed against him, begging the man to let her go. She had to find the Trident to save them all, but Armando only shushed her in response. They had closed in on the island where the three living had washed ashore. They had effectively cornered them and Marcela worried that they would never find the trident...

"Aye... Jack Sparrow," Armando was pleased with himself. He'd killed two birds with one stone. Marcela was back where she belonged and Jack Sparrow's head was about to be where it belonged: liberated from his body.

"Jack the Sparrow," Armando tilted his head and almost smiled at the man. Marcela turned to look at him. She could tell he was angry, but he was about to get what he'd been yearning for for thirty years.

"Spanish?" Jack, inched back from the dead crew before him.

It was then that one of the crew cried out. He'd gotten too close to land and disintegrated in a puff of black smoke which effectively scared everyone- save Armando- out of their wits. They backed away from the shore line, leaving Marcela and Armando in the forefront.

"Ohhh... They are unable to step on land. Hahaha. I knew that!" Jack grinned, getting up triumphantly. As long as he stayed on that island, no harm could come to him, or so he thought.

"Ghosts! Ghosts!" Carina cried, hastily running from them and into the jungle followed by Henry.

"Oh so now she believes..." Marcela rolled her eyes, having given up on escaping from Armando's grasp.

"You will soon pay for what you did to me... to us," Armando drawled, his yellowed eyes not leaving Jack.

"No no no, there is no need to bother, really," Jack stumbled, "I have no time to chat because my map just ran away."

"We will be waiting. For you," Armando smiled and pointed his cane at Jack who turned and ran from them.

Marcela sighed as Carina, Henry, and Jack disappeared into the jungle. What was she to do now? All seemed lost, and sooner or later, she would have to deal with Armando which Marcela was certain would not be very pleasant.