Geneva had never been given a reason as to why Jack had recruited her. So, at this point, she was slightly curious as to what he was after. But she was also curious as to what Barbossa was after. He was definitely after something; Geneva could sense it. She certainly enjoyed a good fight when she got her hands on a good opponent, but there was far more value in Barbossa than just a good fight.
Jack and Barbossa were different. The more she was around them, the more she could sense their differences. And what intrigued her the most was that their interests were becoming more distant as time went on. But when Jack revealed what his goal was, that's when Geneva knew what was going on.
The crew was after the cursed Treasure of Cortes. Geneva had never had an interest in riches, so she had never heard of it, but the treasure was quite popular in pirate folklore. It was Aztec gold, a whole chest of it. But, it was said that each piece of that gold was laden with a horrible curse.
"Ridiculous superstition!" Barbossa scoffed, after Jack had told the tale in full, and Jack nodded in agreement.
"That's exactly what I think!" he replied eagerly. "So, then, we're in the same boat!"
Barbossa stared at him, and sighed annoyedly, ignoring Jack's play on words.
"How do we get there?" Barbossa persisted, moving the conversation back into its prior seriousness. Jack thought for a moment.
"I have all we need to get there," he said, pulling out his compass. "And that, mate, is our heading." Jack shook the compass, opened it and looked at it. Then, he pointed in a south-east direction.
"That way," he said, and Barbossa rolled his eyes. Jack didn't see. But Geneva did. She wasn't exactly in the conversation, but she could definitely hear the whole thing, and she liked what she saw. The first mate was really making things interesting for her.
She knew Barbossa was up to something. He didn't exactly get along with Jack, and the captain was somewhat blind to this. It was an enjoyable thing to witness. Geneva was only waiting now.
It came as no surprise to her when Barbossa continued to push the captain. Only a few days after the ship set sail, the first mate pestered Jack again, this time for the coordinates of Isla de Muerta, the island where the accursed treasure was said to lay. He demanded that everything be of equal share. Jack, being quite young still, agreed and gave Barbossa the coordinates. Geneva knew what was coming next.
She really didn't have a position aboard the ship, but Barbossa came up to her a day afterward and struck up a deal. She had expected it. She knew what was going on in his mind before he even said it. His plans only furthered her own. So, she agreed to take part in the mutiny.
Jack, unfortunately, had not seen it coming. He was rudely dragged out of his cabin at an early hour and thrown into the brig for safekeeping, while Barbossa found a nice place to maroon him. Geneva did not participate in the first stage of mutiny, simply because she didn't want to get her hands dirty. The crew that Jack had chosen was not to her liking, so she stayed rather aloof.
Under Barbossa, she wasn't exactly first mate, but she was definitely first on his list of trustworthy hands. Her hypnosis had gained her special treatment from him, much to the crew's dismay, and Jack's mutiny put her even higher on the totem pole, so she had accepted Hector's offer for that reason alone. But, when Barbossa gave her the honor of booting Jack off the ship, there was no way for her to back out of participation. It was the only way to affirm her position aboard the ship.
Although Jack hadn't seen the mutiny coming, he definitely expected Geneva to be part of it, if anybody. And he took that chance to try and make her feel guilty. As she advanced toward him on the sunbaked deck, a lonely strip of land in the distance behind him, he spoke up.
"You are quite the pirate, aren't you, love?" he said, trying to flash a smile.
"Ha. What, you didn't expect this, Jack?"
"I'd be lying if I said I did."
"Well," she said, leaning in close to him so that he could see every detail of her fiery eyes. "Just so you don't believe that I'm quite as heartless as I seem, I'll let you in on a bit of a secret."
"Oh, really?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She crossed her arms comfortably across her chest. Jack only wished that he had gotten to make further advances on her. She was too handsome to pass up, even clad in men's clothing.
"It wasn't just business that led me to make this decision. It was a bit more personal."
"Oh. Well that's comforting."
"I don't happen to have any good reasons to like you a whole lot."
"Oh," he said quietly, eyebrows raised thoughtfully. He then scrunched them again. "Well, I don't exactly mutineers very much, so I suppose I don't like you too much either."
"Well, then we have an accord, don't we?" Geneva said lowly, grinning. She had a look in her eye. Jack didn't like that look. She was too smart, and it really bothered him. She would be a problem later on, that is, if he ever saw humanity again. But he didn't have a whole lot of time to ponder on it, because he felt the sole of her boot swiftly shove him off the side of the ship, and he plunged downward into the ocean.