After blocking another slash from Sparrow's sword, both men were suddenly distracted by a loud bang behind the half Irishman, Barbossa turning around to see the skeletal remains of Jacoby, Weatherby and Monk being spread out due to an explosion caused by one of the black bearded pirate's grenades. As well as Turner's boy and Elisabeth, the latter of which runed towards the stone chest on top of the pile of gold treasure.

Barbossa quickly had to put his attention back on Sparrow for a moment as he threw a couple of other slashes before he tossed the piece of the Aztec treasure he had stolen towards Turner, who caught it flawlessly with his hand. Guessing what they were trying to do, Barbossa quickly pulled out his flintlock pistol thang hang on his slash, aiming it towards Elisabeth, who immediately froze to a halt when she saw the barrel of the weapon pointed in her direction.

Elizabeth jumped back a bit when she heard the loud bang of a pistol being shot, echoing throughout the cave. It took the blonde little more than a second to realize the sound hadn't emerged from Barbossa's weapons.

The pirate clad in black turned his head around, towards the origin of the sound, seeing Jack Sparrow with the pistol he had given him all those years ago, aimed straight to his chest. He smirked, the pain of the metal bullet stuck inside of his chest being nothing compared to the decade of suffering he had endured, it was trivial.

"Ten years ya carried that pistol and now ya waist yer shot." He confidently told.

"He didn't waist it." Barbossa immediately turned back to see Turner standing behind the stone chest, a bloody knife on his right hand, while to pieces of the Aztec treasure where held on his slit palm. Bootstrap's son didn't waist a second to let both gold coins fall down to the chest, clanking into the other eight hundred pieces of gold. All eight hundred and eighty two pieces of stolen Aztec gold, the legendary treasure of Hernan Cortez, had finally been returned.

Time seemed to freeze for Captain Hector Barbossa as the void that had been his existence for the last decade of his life disappeared, everything single sensation coming back to him. After ten years of nothingness, he finally felt his own tongue against his yellowed teeth, his wet clothes against his skin and … and something else, something wrong. He looked down as his chest, pulling open both his waistcoat and black overcoat to see the once bloodless hole in his shirt, was now dripping the crimson fluid down his white undershirt.

Even after that, Hector couldn't just not let out a small smile, even for only a second.

"I feel …" Barbossa's face dropped. "… Cold."

And so, then man felled down to the pile of treasure he and his men had horded out all this years, gold that was meant to be spoiled once they hand broken the curse. From his left hand, he let slip a pristine, juicy green apple he had been keeping on his pocket, waiting for this very moment. Hector Barbossa stared aimlessly into the cave's natural ceiling, the light leaving his eyes until there was nothing but darkness.

Barbossa eyes calmy opened up as he regained consciousness. Looking around he saw he was on a small, wooden boat, moving by it's own will and illuminated by a single torch on top of the bow. Checking his surroundings, he saw other people on top of other boats. Most of them were English Red coats, though, he was able to recognize Jacoby, Weatherby, Monk and Kohler all sitting down on their respective boats.

Before he could say a word, his boat suddenly seized to a halt, all the other ones passing him by until he was completely alone, vaguely being able to see some of them in the distance. He didn't know why, but his hart started to beat like he was swimming away from some sea predator, his breathing accelerating as well. His anxiety grew when he saw his boat slowly sink down to the waters bellow, completely unable to move as the dark water reached up to his waist, then to his chest, then to his neck and finally he was completely overcome by the waters.

What had been a slow process was elevated to eleven, as he was quickly pulled down to the depths at incredible speed, shifting around halfway through so that he was now facing the bottom, a bottom that ever grew close. His body broke though the sandy grounds, appearing without any explanation in the black void of space.

Barbossa stared around in awe, admiring the thousands of bright gleaming stars all around the pirate clad in black. Everything was so peaceful and calm here, he liked that. He didn't know how much he spent like that, it could have been seconds, it could have been months. Everything was so confusing and bizarre as he floated around. He then looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the massive blue sphere bellow him. It had spread across, differently shaped, green forms, some lager, other smaller.

Was … was this Earth?

He could think about it for long as he was suddenly shot down to the planet like a canon ball, at a ridiculous speed that no living being would be able to handle. Barbossa screamed at the top of his lungs as he flew pass the clouds, his watering eyes being able to see that he was approaching a giant island, into a pond, and crashing straight into a wooden shack, closing his eyes a second before he made contact with the wooden structure.

Hector Barbossa's eye snapped open as he took the deepest breath he had ever taken, violently standing up before falling to the hard, wooden ground, face first. The pirate Captain loudly cursed as he rubbed his eyes, as if being shot wasn't painful enough. Being shot…

Barbossa quickly shifted his body around, pressing his back against a nightstand. Opening up his waistcoat and pulling down what was now a clean shirt, he saw that there was not only no bullet hole on his chest, but neither was any scar or bandage that would have stopped the bleeding. "What the devil is happenin' here?"

The Captain then heard a chipper, then followed by the sound of small footsteps running towars him. Looking at his left, he saw a capuchin monkey jumper onto the bed, onto his lap, him smiling at the Englishman.

"Jack?" Barbossa said, placing a hand over his head, petting him. "Where be we, Jack?

"I see dat ya are finally awake, Captain." He heard a female voice, a voice he hadn't heard in years. Quickly getting up to his feet, he saw that standing besides the frame of the door to the room was a woman, a dark skinned woman with messy, dreadlocked hair and tattoos under her eyes.

"Tia … Dalma?" He let out.

"Yes, dat is one of my many names." She smiled at him. "It was difficult to find yar body and to bring yar soul back from da beyond."

Barbossa blinked. "Back from the beyond? What the hell is hapennin'?!"

"All in due time, Captain, now is time to regain yar strength." Tia Dalma said, bringing a cup of tea and a nice pair of apples in a wooden platter. " 'en ya will fulfill yar end of out deal."

"Deal?" What deal, Tia Dalma?"

"Da deal we made when you came ta me in need of breaking dat cursed dat plagued yar body, over a decade ago." She grinned.

"And do not speek to me as Tia Dalma. You can refer to me as…

"Calypso."