I looked at Jack, itching to rub it in his face that I was right, but he was very deliberately not looking at me. Gibbs looked a bit tense and nervous, but that was usual for him in this kind of situation. He was so superstitious, sometimes I thought he was a little to superstitious, but there were times when this was useful. It helped to have someone like that. Someone who took every detail of what he heard seriously and relished in re-telling it. Unlike Jack who brushed it all off and carried on regardless. Jack's attitude made me feel more relaxed, but when I thought about it I realised how often Gibbs was right. Everything he'd said about the Kraken, Davy Jones, the Locker, Barbossa and the crew when they were cursed… everything he'd ever told me (apart from it being bad luck to have a woman on board… obviously), however ridiculous it had sounded, had been pretty much spot-on. So the bead of nervous sweat slowly snaking its way down his brow made my stomach flip and my hands go all clammy. Was that what it was? Nervous sweat, or was it just hot down here? I looked back to Indigo.

"Why not?" I asked tentatively. She looked at me. I felt like she could hear everything I was thinking, which made me so uneasy that I tried to stop all my conscious thought. I didn't work and I ended up thinking about how much I was panicking about hiding my thoughts. Her lips twitched in an amused smile.

"You shouldn't go," she said again, then looked back at Jack. I felt like an inexplicable pressure had been lifted off my mind. "But you will, won't you?"

It didn't sound like a question. "I have the Charts," Jack replied.

"You'll need more than that."

"I know, that's why I'm here."

Indigo nodded, "I know." She paused for a second, tilting her head to one side, then she lifted up a white sheet on a long and cluttered table that had been covering up the perfectly preserved head of a crocodile. Something burned where its eyes should have been. I flinched away from it, and then looked back with a mix of disgust and interest. She opened up its mouth and pulled out a bag with something black in it.

"For the shadows," she said. Jack took it. She pulled back the sheet further to reveal the rest of the crocodile's body. She unscrewed the tip of the tail and pulled out a tiny glass bottle full of a purple-red liquid. "For the entrance."

"What is all this?" I whispered to Gibbs as she opened up the bottom of the crocodile's tail. He just shook his head. She handed over a small wooden box.

"For the merfolk," she said. I almost laughed until I saw the colour drain from Gibb's face. "Anything else and you're on your own."

"What do you mean 'anything else'? I thought you knew."

She laughed at Jack's naivety. "The Triangle changes, Jack. Things seldom stay the same. You're in Untamed Waters there. Be sure the shifting horizons don't get you lost."

Shifting horizons? Either Indigo was completely insane for thinking horizons could change, or Jack was for making us go to a place where they. Right now it looked about even… Jack was smiling, but he was the only one. "Well, thanks," he said cheerfully, I could tell he was about to make his excuses and leave. I was kind of relived. I wasn't sure how much more of the incense candles I could stand. I hoped breathing all this stuff in wasn't damaging the baby.

"Two more things," she said, opening up the back of the crocodile and lifting up a large book. Gibbs took it as Jack's hands were getting full. They stared at it in dismay.

"What's that for?" Jack asked.

"The journey," Indigo smiled as she reached down again. Jack gave a soft groan. He hated reading, so probably wouldn't.

"We can always use it to hit someone with," Gibbs muttered. I smiled at him, but he wasn't looking best pleased. Indigo walked towards me holding a small bag on the end of a chain. The top was tied tightly, but the strong stench radiated through. She put the chain round my neck. I tried not to retch.

"In case the men take leave of their senses," she told me. I nodded, not at all sure what she meant, but concentrating on breathing through my mouth.

"I can take that if you want," Gibbs offered.

"No," Indigo said before I could even think about making a decision. "It's hers. Didn't you know its good luck to have a woman aboard?"

Ha!

Gibbs said nothing, but the muscles in his jaw tightened. For the second time in that room I felt like saying 'I told you so'. But the stench coming from my little black bag was too much for me to even consider speaking. Indigo turned her back to us. "You should go now. Twilight's almost over."

Jack turned and motioned for us to go back out the way we had come. When we got to the door I turned to say goodbye, but Indigo had gone. The candle at the far side of the room went out. Then the one next to it did exactly the same without even as much as a flicker. Then two went out at once. The green candles remained as they were, their flames growing in the coming darkness. The got taller and wider, even from the very base. The more ordinary candles that went out the stronger the green ones got. I could now almost feel the incense touching me. "Jack…" I said groggily as I felt the room sway. "The candles…"

"Bugger!" he yelled and pulled me along, forcing my leaded feet to run. I was so heavy… so tired. I just wanted to sleep. Who cared what happened as long as I could just sleep…? …Just for a little bit. Someone pushed me forward and I stumbled through the curtain in to the dark space we had landed in after jumping down. The air was clearer here and my drowsiness lifted instantly. I sensed Jack's panic and scrambled on as fast as he told me to, clambering up a ladder he told me was there but I could barely see. I have never climbed so fast in all my life. I leapt up the last few, rolling onto the floor. I pulled Jack up, then Gibbs, noticing a funny green light collecting at the bottom of the trapdoor. Jack flung himself to the ground and shouted, "Get down!"

He covered his head with his hands and without hesitating we all did exactly the same. Seconds later there was a bang that shook the ground. When I looked up we were lying between the two houses on either side of Indigo's in a space not big enough for a horse, let alone a house.

"Where… Where did it all go?" I asked.

"It's still there," Jack shrugged. "Just closed."

I didn't have the energy to tell him that none of that made sense.