She was evil incarnate, bound to another. At the beck and call of one who called himself the sea. She was the sea! Hatred flows through what passes for veins.
Lingering in the cold, murky bowels. Awaiting his call, her existence was pointless, free no more. Once she'd lived wild and free, now she simply preyed on that very freedom.
Resting, she waits until summoned. Rising she sees an old friend, the Black Pearl. This? He has called her for this? Eagerly she embraces her ship pulling it down back to the nadir of her life. Greedy to keep forever.