Deville was still laughing triumphantly and casting lightning bolts around the cave. "HAHAHAHAHA! I am now the most powerful witch in the world!"
When the sound of her voice stopped echoing, the enchantress heard a voice behind her. "Madam Deville, my sweet."
Deville turned around. "Ah! Captain Hook," she said with a smile. "You've done wonderful! Thanks to your insight, I've managed to capture the girl and obtain the last component for my ultimate spell!"
"But you have failed me, my dear hag. You didn't make any consideration for what would happen if the savages came to their rescue."
"Well, mon cap-i-tahn" Deville said in a mock French accent, "that's not my fault. Besides, there's nothing you can do now! My powers now have no limitation! By the time the sun sets this day, I will rule the world!" She allowed bolts of lightning dance in her hand.
"Doubtful. Because you don't watch what goes on behind you," said Hook pointing to the far cave wall.
"Watch what?" The witch turned around to see what the pirate was pointing at.
Hook pulled a pistol out of his belt and fired a shot into the back of her head. Deville fell face forward onto the ground. "Bullets," Hook flatly replied and slipped the gun back into his belt. He turned and headed back the way he came.
Kara was curled up quietly in terror behind the crates. She listened as the Captain's footsteps got further and further away. When he was gone, she crawled out from her hiding place. She found the witch lying prostrate on the floor, dead. She tried to fly but her pixie dust had worn off.