Disclaimer: I don't own the characters here. If I did, I wouldn't have killed Jack off and wouldn't be writing this right now…
A/N: Yes, I redid this story, having altered a few little things here and there based on some of the suggestions I got.
"You want me to do what?" Barbossa asked, laughing slightly. He was pacing around one of the many rooms of Tia Dalma's house, having just been brought back to life. "He killed me. He killed me and you want me to bring him back to life?"
Tia Dalma sat in a chair across the room, watching him pace around. Finally, she answered. "Jack will be needed in the future. You are the only one who knows the way to find him."
"But he..."
"Yes, yes, he killed you." Tia Dalma said. "But you are here now, aren't you?"
"That doesn't mean that I'm going to help rescue him!" Barbossa said, walking over to where she was. "You don't expect me to willingly help you, now do you?"
"No." Tia Dalma said.
"Well then, what am I still doing here?" Barbossa asked, starting towards the door. He paused and turned around as Tia Dalma began to talk again.
"But if you won't help me, then I'll just take your life back..." she was saying, tracing the carvings on the arm of her chair. She looked up at him, a small smiled on her face.
Barbossa took a step back, a look of pure horror and loathing on his face. "You wouldn't..."
"I would." she replied, standing up and walking towards him. "Will you help me," she took another step forward. "Or not?"
Barbossa glared at her. "I don't really have much of a choice, now do I?" he said after just a slight pause. "Alright I'll do it, I'll do it."
"Good." She said. "Now, here are your instructions..."
Barbossa waited at the top of Tia Dalma's dark stairway until it was time for him to come down. He watched Jack the monkey scurry around him. Stupid monkey, going and getting himself cursed. He thought, shaking his head.
From below he heard Tia Dalma say something about needing someone who knows the way. Barbossa stood up; that was his cue. He walked slowly down the stairs, laughing silently to himself as one by one they all turned to stare at him, looks of complete shock on their faces. Bet they didn't expect to see me.
"So tell me," he said, unable to resist a bit of fun. "What's become of my ship?"
No one answered him. They were all staring at Tia Dalma now. "Barbossa's helping us?" Will asked, standing up.
"Wasn't he dead?" Gibbs asked. "What's he doing here?"
Barbossa leaned against the railing of the stairs, watching as each one questioned Tia Dalma about why Barbossa was there. You'd think they wouldn't care who helped… He thought. But then again, old habits die hard...
"He knows the way." She said. "If you don't want him, I'll just kill him again…" Barbossa jumped at those words.
"We never said that." Will said. He sighed. "We'll take him."
"Good." Barbossa said, standing up and walking over to them. "'Cause you're stuck with me." He laughed softly, pausing looking at the crew. "Come on." He said, walking towards the door. "We have your captain to save."