"He's going into one of his spells again," Elizabeth whispered.

            "Captain, is somethin' the matter?" Gibbs slowly asked.  Jack continued in a trance, pulling Barabas's slumped shoulders upward.

            "He's a defeated man, Captain!" Anna Maria frantically cursed while rushing forward to grab his arm, the fear of them both more intense with every moment.  They all gasped as the Captain delivered a swift blow to her side, sending her back.  Once she caught her breath, she growled and attempted to strike back.  Cotton held her back.

            "Jack," Will quietly interrupted.  "Let him speak."  Jack blinked, eyes wild with confused craze, and loosened the rag about Barabas's jaw.  He coughed and spit.

            "You can't stop me," Barabas hissed, "Not even you, Captain Jack Sparrow!  What I've got goes beyond you, beyond your life!  Beyond the grave!"  Jack's features twisted in a horrid scowl and he backed away, grabbing his brow.  "He's got his phantom eye on you all!" Barabas cried.  "He's watching all of you, right now!"

            "Who?" Will demanded, Elizabeth beginning to shiver.  Little Jack burst into tears.  "What are you talking about?" he asked again, screaming.

            "Barabas," Jack muttered, scratching on the Pearl's old planks.  The crew instinctively crowded around him, watching the letters carved onto the wood.

            "What's he doing to the ship?" Lory nervously questioned.  "Jack?"  Very carefully, the only one who could read did.

            "B…a…r…a…b…o…s," Gibbs spelled.  Jack ran his quivering fingers over the engraved characters.  Now Will was drawn to the circle.

            "B…a…r…b…o…s…a."  Terror filled each of their pale faces.  "Barbosa," Gibbs whispered.  "Barbosa!"

            A cold laugh broke the suspended fear.  Jack pushed his way through to see a malicious, twisted grin upon the now transparent face of Barabas.  It was clear he was no longer the old acquaintance of years past, but Jack hardly seemed himself either.  There was a ghost there in that body, and somehow he was standing, free of the ties. 

            "You disgusting demon," Jack uttered.

            "Glad to see me again?" that familiar voice boomed through its borrowed body.  "Can't really stand on my own, Jack, but this will do just as fine."  Barbosa as Barabas pulled a sword from his side.

            "Didn't realize how close you two were," Jack jested darkly, "but it's not at all hard to believe."

            "Enough with your talk, Jack.  I'm here for the lovely brood of our dear Bill, but you'll be goin' just the same."

            "Can't you ever leave us alone?" Elizabeth exclaimed through tears.  Little Jack buried his face in fear.  Jack and Will both remained ready to take whatever Hell had for them.

            "No, Miss Turner," Barbosa answered politely with a cold smile, "Or…my mistake, Swann."  She scowled, eyes pierced in famous anger.  "Turner then," he sneered.

            "If killing you won't keep you from annoying us," Jack moaned, "what will?"

            "Ironically, that's it!" Barbosa laughed.  "Will!  Will, and then Elizabeth, and then little Jack.  All three lined in a row, all three sinking to join Grandpa-pa down below."  Disgust filled Will as he began to shake with fury.  "Nice li'l poem, ain't it?  Wrote it while I was taking over this lad here's soul!"

            "How many times do you have to die?" Will spat, spinning his sword in his palm.

            "Easy, Bill," Jack bit, "Don't do anything stupid."

            "Bill?" Elizabeth repeated, hysterical.

            "Jack, I'm not—"

            "Some sins you just can't forget," Jack rambled, "and some curses won't fade.  Only Bill himself could…"  Jack voice trailed as he slowly faced Will.  "Could release you."