The filthy, dank entryway to Isla De Muerta was pitch black but for one ray of moonlight sparkling on the water, and no one thing was fully discernible. The sound of single drops of water falling from the ceiling echoed through the deserted cache. In the corner a dark lump was stirred. A figure cloaked by the darkness took out a telescope, moving nearer to the light to peer into it. Through the glass, a black ship loomed. The Pearl. Good.

It only hurts when I'm breathing

My heart only breaks when it's beating

My dreams only die when I'm dreaming

So I hold my breath to forget

The figure stepped back into the protection of the shadow once more. It slid a pistol silently from a holster at its belt, pressing two bullets gently in. It crouched in a corner, hidden from all sight, breathing softly as not to be heard. Already there was an audible echo from voices at the far end of the tunnel. The figure allowed a slow smile to spread across its features. Let them come.

I'm not surprised

How well I survived

I'm over the worst

I feel so alive

Soon there was a rhythmic slap of waves of wood and a slosh as paddles churned through the black crystal waters. A small twinkle came into view as a boat approached. The figure slowly stood and clutched the pistol close. The flame of the lamps flickered and died, leaving the shadow once more present.

And it only hurts when I'm breathing

My heart only breaks when it's beating

My dreams only die when I'm dreaming

So I hold my breath to forget

Sparrow's heart pounded. There was something wrong here. Something very wrong. He could feel it. The light of their lamps went out, as if snuffed by an invisible wind. A shiver ran up his spine as cold began to seep through his skin. Jack broke out in a icy sweat, and his fingers trembled as they grasped his sword and gun. He stepped slowly from his boat to the rocky shore. The crew would arrive in minutes.

Now was the time. The figure stepped up behind the captain, and he suddenly felt cold steel against his temple. He turned slowly. "Dessa."

The woman- for the dark figure was female- smiled, but her grey eyes stayed cold as stone. She nodded her head. Jack cleared his throat and glanced down at the pistol pointed at his head. "I had really hoped it wouldn't come to this."

I've never looked back

As a matter of fact

The woman pretended shock. "Jack, Jack. I thought you knew I didn't play games." Her accent was slightly Southern.

He swallowed. "It would be wonderful if you coud find it in you to move that pistol." She raised one eyebrow fractionally.

"Why would I be doing that?"

And it only hurts when I'm breathing

My heart only breaks when it's beating

My dreams only die when I'm dreaming

So I hold my breath to forget

It only hurts

"Ahh... Because you are a superb person who is overhelmingly kind and generous and would never do anything to harm me?"

"Think again."

"Damn."

"Welcome to the Caribbean, love. Drink rum and play cards."

Hadn't he said that once or twice before? Captain Jack Sparrow had only one card left to play. He made himself take on a sincere, apologetic tone. "I'm sorry. Please, don't kill me. Please."

"Too late, dear. Sorry about this. But I can't let you live." She paused. "Savvy?"

Jack grimaced. She had an unusual way of twisting his words back at him.

Wait. There was his crew silently pulling up to the shore, their weapons out. The woman had her back to them. There was a slim hope. Suddenly she spoke as she cocked the pistol.

"If it isn't Gibbs and the crew." They froze.

"I must warn you, take a step closer and I will shoot. Good."

Jack's heart was pounding hard, his head spinning.

Hurts when I'm breathing

Breaks when it's beating

Die when I'm dreaming

It only hurts when I breathe...

She gently pulled the trigger. One. Then twisted the gun. Pulled it again. Two.