The return to Isla de Muerta was fruitful. As Geneva would have guessed, the only way to break the curse would be to return the gold pieces to the chest. The engraving on the side of the chest explained the conditions: "Return the Sun and Bless the Damned." These instructions were much easier to understand, and the crew was quick to head off in search of all the gold they had traded off.

Certainly, they wouldn't be returning what they had bought either, so the crew made themselves known quickly in the Atlantic, and mainly in the Caribbean. They did everything it took to get the coins back, attacking ships, raiding villages, and murdering anyone who put up a struggle. Of course, though, Geneva didn't participate. She didn't have to, for Barbossa kept her near him at all times.

As terrible a name they made for the Black Pearl, they were also practically unstoppable. It took less than a year for the name to begin circulating, and after about three, they were feared immensely, which wasn't a problem for them. It just meant there were fewer people standing in their way.

They did run into a rather unexpected problem, though. William Turner, a middle-aged crew member aboard the ship, showed his discontentment with the crew. It took some time, but eventually, he revealed that he had no intention of letting the crew break the curse. Jack's mutiny never sat well with him, and to punish the crew for their greed, he had sent his medallion off to somewhere he believed they'd never find it, intending that the crew be damned forever.

Naturally, this didn't bother Barbossa in the slightest, for he had confidence that Geneva could easily outsmart Turner and read him in order to find out where he sent it. Seeing that there was no use for the man after Geneva had set her sights on the medallion's location, Barbossa had the crew strap cannons to Turner's bootstraps and throw him overboard, earning him the deriding nickname of Bootstrap Bill.

Geneva hadn't been overly pleased with Barbossa's rash move though. She hadn't known that they were going to throw Turner overboard. She had figured they'd keep him in the brig, but it turned out that Barbossa was more venomous than he used to be. Nothing would stand the way of his success: not even the measly passive aggressive vengeance of a crew member. Even so, she didn't like how Turner had been thrown aside. It seemed too hasty to her, and extremely unwise, but Barbossa wouldn't hear it, and she wasn't about to object.

The crew continued their search for every piece of gold, and once they had found almost one hundred of them, they decided it was a good time to return them to the island. They were quick to head into the cave and return the coins to their rightful place, but they were startled to find that nothing happened. Sure enough, they turned to Geneva.

Annoyed that the crew kept putting the blame on her, she reread the engraving.

"Return the Sun and Bless the Damned," she repeated, turning back to Barbossa. "I can only assume you have to return all of it." The crew grumbled at this news, and Barbossa held up his hands to silence them.

"It makes sense," he replied, taking her side.

"Naturally you can't have just part of the sun either," Geneva continued, gesturing towards the chest. "It all has to be there." As she was speaking, something caught her eye. She knelt back down to read the chest.

"What now?" yelled a crew member in disgust. Geneva did her best to ignore him and turned carefully to Barbossa.

"Do you know anything about Aztec gods?" she asked slowly, and Barbossa thought for a moment.

"Bloodthirsty, war-loving," he said finally. Geneva turned back to the gold.

"I was looking for the word 'sacrificial,'" she said, now aware of the painful truth. "This curse requires a blood sacrifice. In order to be blessed, there has to be blood."

Barbossa stared at her. He couldn't argue though. It was what the chest said. So, much to the crew's dismay, they gave their blood to the gold and then headed back to the Pearl to continue their search for the rest of the medallions.

When the Pearl had finally set sail back north, Geneva thought of something. She turned from her post on the starboard side of the main deck and headed for the quarterdeck, where Barbossa was. When he saw her approaching, he stepped aside and bent an ear to her.

"Bootstrap should never have been thrown overboard," she whispered to him anxiously. "We needed his blood to satisfy the curse too!"

"That damned sneak," Hector spat, growling at himself. "How in the hell are we going to do this now?" Geneva shook her head.

"I don't know," she said, sitting down on a crate to think.

"Well you'd better think of something!" he growled at her, an uncomfortable reminder of her side of the deal. "What did you figure out about where he sent his medallion?"

"He sent it to his child," Geneva responded quickly, trying to keep Barbossa at least somewhat satisfied with her. If she became useless, there was no reason to protect her any longer.

"His child!" Barbossa repeated thoughtfully, his face lighting up. "His child's blood will satisfy the curse, won't it?"

Geneva needed a straight answer. She couldn't afford to say she didn't know.

"It should," she said, but she wasn't sure at all. She didn't know about this kind of thing.

"Where is his child now?" Barbossa demanded, turning towards her from the wheel. He really had changed a lot because of this curse. Desperate men would do anything to help themselves. It made her cringe on the inside.

"I'm not sure," she replied softly. She couldn't lie.

Barbossa rolled his eyes and strode over to her, leaning down towards her so he could look her right in the eye. "What do you mean, you're not sure?" he asked, and Geneva weighed her answers carefully.

"I know the sea," she said with nervous precision. "I do not know the land. If his child comes into contact with the sea at all, I can find it that way."

Hector didn't seem too thrilled by her answer. He was undoubtedly aware that the likelihood of Turner's child coming into contact with the sea was slim. Geneva didn't know how else to help herself. She needed to do something, and fast. Barbossa had to be convinced.

Before he could pull back, she reached out and caressed his cheek. He stopped, looking back at her.

"I will find it," she whispered to him gently, looking deep into his eyes. She hoped this would convince him. She couldn't think of anything else.

"I promise," she added, and the look in his eyes changed. Suddenly, she could feel their connection strengthen. He trusted her again. He continued to look down at her, his expression almost intrigued by her, and then he leaned in toward her and kissed her, just briefly. She hadn't quite expected him to go that far, but she went along with it. Then, he had turned and was back to his work.

Although Hector seemed to get back to work quickly, Geneva was left a bit startled by his actions. She wasn't sure what kind of response she expected out of him, but it certainly wasn't that. She wasn't looking to form any kind of relationship, and she could deal with the feeble friendship they had, but she hadn't planned on entering deeper territory. She never wanted to. It wasn't what she was out to accomplish.

But there wasn't a whole lot she could do except go along with it. She just didn't want to go any further. She didn't want to kiss him again. She could tolerate the pet names, the measly friendship, the flirtation, and the flattery, but nothing further. She hadn't bargained for that. But now, she had gotten herself into it by acting, and she had to play along to a certain degree. She had his trust, and that was what she was looking for.