The longboat pulled away from the swamp, out of the river's mouth, towards the open, perilous sea. In the rustle of the trees Jack heard again Tia Dalma's words - land is where you are safe - and entertained the notion of having them come about and go back upriver.
Only for a moment, only until he looked out across the ocean again. The sea; home of fish and the Pearl and the Kraken all alike. Water; his own element.
Behind them, the thick forest smothered the island, a constraint upon the horizon. Jack turned his back on the trees and the mountains. Constraints were bonds from which to break free.