When the two ships arrived at the island, the one that Sarah and Jack had skipped when they had gone off to rescue Talia, both crews dispersed about the town to rest until they next set sail. Talia left to plunder, partly for the treasure, and partly to get her mind away from Sarah. Jack could have don't the same at the tavern, but for some reason, he didn't have the will. He sat on the docks at stared at the sea, holding the necklace in his hand. He couldn't ask why; he'd never get an answer. There was no answer. He could guess and hypothesize and blame forever, but it would never, ever lead to anything. She was just…gone.

"Jack, I'm not going to have to stay with ye to make sure ye don't die of depression, right?" Talia was using up the last of her lament-induced kindness. Then again, now that she thought about it, she didn't hate Jack as much as she used to. He was actually pretty okay. He turned to look at her.

"…No." He laughed a little. As much as he probably felt like he'd die of depression, she didn't need to stick around to make sure he didn't. He wasn't going to. "Where are you off to after this?" He asked. She shrugged.

"Dunno. Plunder the unplundered. Maybe I'll go to…I don't know, someplace different for a while. I'll be back to the Caribbean, though, I can assure you of that. I'll somehow wind up here." She brushed her hair out of her eyes. It had stopped raining, but the space above remained its cloudy, dull gray, speckled with open spots of equally gray sky. The whole atmosphere was gloomy. "You?"

"…" He honestly did not know. He, too, shrugged.

"Nice, specific answer. I like that. It really lets me know what you're thinking."

"Doesn't it?"

They both fell silent. It would be strange not traveling with each other after doing it for so long. Both knew it.

"Well…I think I'm going to grab me crew and set off. Jack, it's been…interesting." She held out a hand and he took it, shaking it. "Until next we meet. May it not be too soon--or I may have to kill you." That was Talia for you. Spoil a nice moment.

"Sure." He smiled half-heartedly. "'Till then, Miss Frost."

She turned on her heel and strode off into the town. She was coping with the lack of Sarah much better than he was. He wasn't sure if he'd ever completely get over it. He knew for a fact that Talia would never completely get over the loss of her brother and her best friend. He couldn't just sit around and mope, though. It wasn't what pirates did and it wasn't what Sarah would have wanted. Or anyone, really.

- - - - -

Talia stood next to Ryan, watching the invisibles head back to the ship with waning interest. Watching invisibles was really, really boring. "Well. This is intense." Ryan laughed.

"Oh, real exciting." He looked at her and raised his eyebrows. She wasn't as depressed as she had been about Adrian and Asher. She seemed pretty normal, actually. "You gonna be okay without your bro, friend, and only woman crew member?"

She nodded. "Sure. As long as you or Chess don't up and croak one day, I'll be fine." She laughed. Yes, she'd be alright, she could handle it nowadays. "Now if these dem invisibles would just hurry up, I won't have to go ballistic." It was Ryan's turn to laugh. He didn't want a berserk Talia on the ship anymore than anyone else. "Hurry up!! We'll set sail today if it kills half of ye!"

- - - - -

What would Jack do after he left this little island? Wander? Pillage? Perhaps. Looking thoughtfully at the blue pendant on the necklace, Jack wished he could ask somewhat what to do, because he didn't know. He didn't know what to do next, he didn't know how to deal with losing someone he loved so much, he just didn't know. All he knew was that he had to do something, now, not just sit.

Then a thought dawned upon him; he could tell the story. His story, about the cursed treasure, about Will and Elizabeth, about Barbossa and the Black Pearl, about Sarah, about Talia, about Drew, the Death Lily, the Nosferatu, everything. Why not? What did he have to lose? He needed to keep the memories alive, because, though they were unbelievable, crazy, and sometimes tragic, they were a treasure, and what good is treasure if you can't show it off to people, eh?

That was what he'd do. Tell the story. He stood up and looked over at the Death Lily. Talia was beginning to herd her crew onto the ship and was looking annoyed, as always. He shambled into the middle of the town, feeling a little more upbeat than a few minutes ago. He had something to do now. He took one, nice, long look around at all of the people, who were bustling around, absorbed in their agendas. Women hurried about in their pastel colors or shades of brown and green, toting baskets with goods concealed within. He then spied a man, looking bored, near a small building. Glancing at the sky and trying to figure out how long it'd be until dark, he approached the man.

"Excuse me, sir, but can I ask ye a question?"

"…Alright."

"At the moment, how much free time d'you have to spare?"

"Why, I've got the rest of the day, why do you ask?"

Captain Jack Sparrow smiled, squeezing the necklace in his hand and remembering. "Would you like to listen to my story?"