Barbossa had everyone locked in the brig for safekeeping until he had decided on his next course of action. This was a task that Geneva could easily help with. It was like corralling sheep into a pen. If the shepherd had a sword, the sheep would do as they were told with no problem.
As Bo'sun locked the doors to the cells, Elizabeth jumped suddenly toward Geneva from behind the bars. The sea lioness only looked at her. There was a determined look in Elizabeth's eyes. She was angry.
"You wanted a good fight, didn't you?" Elizabeth asked her bitterly. "Well, you found a worthy opponent! Will won't lend you any mercy. He'll tear you apart in one stroke."
"Hm," Geneva said thoughtfully, squinting knowingly at Elizabeth. "So he's a practiced swordsman then?"
"A master swordsman," Elizabeth corrected her coldly. Geneva only smiled, looking off at Will, who was in the cell adjacent to Elizabeth's.
"Then that should make things interesting for us, then, shouldn't it?" Geneva murmured, completely unintimidated. She was tickled by this knowledge. Everything Elizabeth was saying was backfiring, completely unbeknownst to her. The more Elizabeth tried to scare her, the more excited Geneva became. And that was why Geneva could only smile as she exited the brig, trying to imagine the exhilarating spar with such a master of the art. If he was every bit as good as Elizabeth chalked him up to be, Geneva would be sure to face him, no matter how or when. She couldn't pass up that kind of opportunity.
Geneva returned to the main deck of the Pearl and then made her way up to the quarterdeck, where Barbossa was busy planning. As soon as she had reached the top step, Barbossa turned to her thoughtfully.
"Lassie," he said, curling his beard between his fingers. "What say ye to dropping a bit of cargo off, just to lighten our load?" Geneva smiled flirtatiously at him.
"I always love your ideas," she cooed to him, her voice like silk. Barbossa smiled at her and chuckled, taking a step closer to her in order to seize the moment. He couldn't feel, but he always tried to.
"Your victory is nigh," she purred softly to him, for he was close enough to hear. Hector brushed her lips with his thumb admiringly.
"Aye," he murmured in response, smiling. "That it is." He had flavorful thoughts on his mind as he fancied all the things he would do when the curse was broken—all the things that would become his for the taking. Little did he know how much Geneva's thoughts differed from his. Their paths crossed, but they were never meant to intertwine.
"Barbossa, you lying bastard!" Will yelled, struggling against the crew members holding him back. The whole crew was assembled with the prisoners on the main deck. There, in the distance, was a little spit of land for the soon-to-be-marooned Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth.
"You swore she'd go free!" Will hollered at Barbossa angrily, and Barbossa, unaffected, turned to face him.
"Don't dare impugn me honor, boy!" the captain responded valiantly. "I agreed she'd go free, but it was you who failed to specify when or where." He chuckled to himself on the last bit of his sentence. He loved manipulation just about as much as Geneva did.
"Though it does seem a shame to lose somethin' so fine, don't it, lads?" he added, looking in Elizabeth's direction, who was standing at the side of the ship by the rail, the first one up to be thrown overboard.
"Aye," the crew responded ravenously, sniggers circulating. Geneva was unamused, but it would all be over soon anyway.
"So I'll be havin' that dress back before ye go," Barbossa continued, looking at Elizabeth expectantly. She looked at him with disbelief for a moment, but when she realized that he was serious, she scowled in disgust and began to strip down to her undergarments. Geneva still didn't approve. She narrowed her eyes at Barbossa, but he wasn't looking, and Geneva looked off in another direction to occupy herself. She eyed Jack, who was hopelessly trying to appease the first mate, a man who Geneva was sure didn't possess the ability to smile.
"I always liked you," Jack offered toward the monstrous man, but he only received a deep growl in response. Geneva shook her head and smiled. Jack really did try.
Finally, Elizabeth had gotten the dress off, and was now standing completely exposed before the whole crew in her undergarments. She scowled as she handed the dress off to Barbossa. "Goes with your black heart," she muttered bitterly.
"Ooh, it's still warm," Barbossa chuckled, caressing it for himself before throwing it to the crew behind him. They ate it up.
Then, they all began to jeer at Elizabeth as she turned to prepare herself for the jump off the side of the ship. "Off you go!" they shouted to her, taunting her. "Come on! Get on with it!" Geneva bit her tongue.
"Too long!" Bo'sun thundered, and he stomped on the board Elizabeth was standing on. The shock knocked her off balance and she yelped, plummeting down into the ocean below.
Then, the crew's attention was turned to Jack, who was next in line. He stepped up to the side of the ship, looked down at the waves, and then turned to Barbossa, a pleading look in his eyes.
"I really rather hoped we were past all this," he said, offering a sad smile. Barbossa shook his head and put his arm around Jack's shoulders, like a good friend would.
"Jack, Jack!" he said with mock pity. "Did you not notice? That be the same island we made you the governor of on our last little trip."
Jack looked out at the tiny spit of land. He turned back to Barbossa, not feeling any better. "I did notice," he confirmed, and Barbossa smiled at him.
"Perhaps you'll conjure up another miraculous escape," Barbossa ventured with feigned optimism. "But I doubt it."—Barbossa pulled out his sword and pointed it at Jack in persuasion—"Off you go."
Jack winced. "The last time you left me a pistol with one shot," he reminded the captain, trying to dally. Barbossa didn't hesitate at all.
"By the powers, you're right," Barbossa said, and he turned around to address his crew. "Where be Jack's pistol? Bring it forward." Jack's pistol was brought. But Jack wasn't finished stalling. He really was trying.
"Seeing as there's two of us, a gentleman would give us a pair of pistols," he added, and Barbossa shook his head.
"It'll be one pistol as before," Hector asserted. "And you can be the gentleman and shoot the lady; and starve to death yourself." Barbossa threw Jack's bundle of effects into the ocean, and Jack's eyes followed them quickly, and he swiftly dove into the water after them. The crew's laughter chased him.
Then, the Pearl was off for Isla de Muerta again. Morale was extremely high. Everyone's confidence was at its peak. The curse was about to be broken; for real this time.
They arrived at the cursed island quickly, and all but two of the crew left the ship to attend the breaking of the curse, while those who remained on the ship were to watch the prisoners in the brig.
The crew made a real ruckus. They were too excited to keep quiet. After almost a decade, they were finally getting what they wanted. When they entered the treasure room, they all began to chant loudly in anticipation. Unlike last time, they would not take any chances; they were going to spill all of Will's blood.
Geneva couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed at the outcome of it all. She had been so excited at the idea of getting to fight Will, but as it stood, she wasn't going to be able to. She supposed there was nothing she could do about it, though. There were bound to be other great swordsmen out there somewhere. Besides, her victory was near. All she had to do was wait until the curse was broken. Then, she could use Barbossa to get where she pleased.
She sat herself comfortably on a rock near the largest pile of treasure, atop which rested the Chest of Cortes. Suddenly, as she sat, she got a vision. She could see now. The clearer the vision, the more lucid her victims were.
Jack was extremely lucid. And he was bringing the Royal Navy with him. He was coming into the cave alone, while the Navy remained parked outside the entrance to the cave, just as he instructed them to do.
This was a revelation. But, unlike before, Geneva contained herself. This information was far too valuable to let loose. She could really use this. And so, just like that, her plans began to change, entirely behind the calm and collected mask she always wore. Her loyalty had always been flamboyant by nature. But she was always loyal to herself above all, and right now, she had the wonderful privilege of choice.
Barbossa readied his dagger, and the crew chanted loudly. Then, just as Geneva expected, Jack Sparrow waltzed in from the back, pushing his way through the crowd toward the front. Geneva stood in acknowledgment of him, and just as soon as the crew had noticed his presence, they became awkwardly silent.
"Jack!" Will exclaimed. Everyone's faces, including Barbossa's, reflected similar shock, all except for Geneva, who had seen him coming.
"It's not possible," Barbossa murmured in disbelief. Jack swatted that statement away like a fly.
"Not probable," Jack corrected, approaching the bottom of the mound of treasures.
"Where's Elizabeth?" Will asked. Jack held up his hands.
"She's safe, just like I promised," Jack replied assuredly. "She's all set to marry Norrington just like she promised, and you get to die for her just like you promised. So we're all men of our word, really. Except for Elizabeth, who is, in fact, a woman."
"Shut up," Barbossa snapped at Jack, pointing the dagger at him. "You're next." He would not have any more interruptions. His freedom was at hand. He motioned for the men holding Will, and they shoved his neck towards the chest. Barbossa readied the blade at Will's throat.
"You don't want to be doing that, mate," Jack warned, and Barbossa looked over at Jack.
"No, I really think I do," he replied, and went back to readying the dagger.
"Your funeral," Jack muttered, shrugging, and Barbossa rolled his eyes, slowly removing the dagger from Will's throat.
"And why don't I want to be doing it?" Barbossa asked. Jack slapped Bo'sun's gripping hand from his shoulder so he could continue up the mount of treasure to where Barbossa stood.
"Because the HMS Dauntless, pride of the Royal Navy, is floating just offshore waiting for you," Jack said, and Barbossa's eyes widened. A murmur ran through the crew.
"Just hear me out, mate," Jack continued, now that he had the upperhand. "You order your men to row out to the Dauntless, they do what they do best"—the crew chuckled in response—"Robert's your uncle, Fanny's your aunt. There you are with two ships. The makings of your own fleet." Barbossa only watched him, arms folded across his chest, as he decided whether or not to trust Sparrow.
"'Course, you'll take the grandest as your flagship, and who's to argue?" Jack went on. "But what of the Pearl?" He paused for a moment, and took a step toward Barbossa before continuing. "Name me captain. I'll sail under your colors, I'll give you ten percent of me plunder, and you'll get to introduce yourself as Commodore Barbossa. Savvy?"
"And I suppose, in exchange, you'll be wanting me not to kill the whelp," Barbossa replied, nodding toward Will.
"No, no, not at all," Jack said, waving his arms to illustrate the opposite. "By all means, kill the whelp! Just not yet. Wait to lift the curse until the opportune moment." Jack looked right at Will, and Geneva took note of that. She knew exactly what Jack was trying to do. And yet, she sat there, just letting it happen. It only propelled her forward even faster.
"For instance," Jack went on, grabbing a handful of the coins of Cortes. "After you've killed Norrington's men. Every last one." He dropped the few coins back in as he said it, one by one. Geneva couldn't contain her smile. She absolutely loved this.
"You've been planning this from the beginning!" Will said accusingly. "Ever since you learned my name!"
"Yeah," Jack responded shortly, and Will only stared at him, a look of betrayal on his face. Barbossa sat thoughtfully for a moment, and then uncrossed his arms.
"I want fifty percent of your plunder," he asserted, and Jack turned back to him.
"Fifteen!" Jack countered.
"Forty," Barbossa bargained.
"Twenty-five!" Jack suggested, and Barbossa paused for a moment to consider. "And I'll buy you the hat. A really big one. Commodore." Barbossa grinned and stuck out his hand towards Jack.
"We have an accord," he said, and he and Jack shook on it. Then, Jack turned and spread his arms out wide, motioning to all the crew before him.
"All hands to the boats!" he declared, and then he caught himself and turned to Barbossa. "Apologies. You give the orders." Barbossa smiled at this correction, and turned toward the congregation.
"Gents," he said, a wicked smile on his face. "Take a walk!" The crew began to head toward the mouth of the cave, and Jack turned back to Barbossa, a confused expression on his face.
"Not to the boats?" he mumbled, and Barbossa shook his head, dismissing Sparrow. Geneva squinted. There were two minds at war in the middle of their accord, and she being the spectator.
After the crew had left, Jack wandered about the cave, inspecting the treasure that he had set out for so long ago. A few of Barbossa's crew members had remained behind in order to keep Will secured, but Barbossa had retired to sitting at the foot of the chest. Geneva sat atop another pile of gold, watching patiently.
"I must admit, Jack," Barbossa said, looking across the puddle of water at him. "I thought I had you figured. But it turns out you're a hard man to predict." Geneva looked over at Barbossa. She could agree with that. Out of all the men Geneva had ensnared with her eyes, Jack was the most difficult of all of them to read. His mind was extremely peculiar.
Jack turned from inspecting a statue. "Me, I'm dishonest," he said, tossing the statue aside carelessly. "And a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it's the honest ones you want to watch out for. 'Cause you can never predict when they're going to do something incredibly... stupid."
Suddenly, Jack pulled the sword from Twigg's belt. Twigg made a fuss, and Jack shoved him into the water. Jack tossed the sword to Will before Barbossa could react, and Will broke free of the man holding him. Geneva sat up quickly, watching. Barbossa jumped to his feet. Jack charged him with his own sword, and a duel broke out. Will began taking on the three crewmen at once. Geneva smiled comfortably.
Will held up extremely well against three. Elizabeth had been correct: he did appear to be quite talented. With three men charging at him, he was able to block and deliver offensive moves in return, as
though he were only fighting one. Geneva smiled devilishly. She loved competition. But she was being patient. Her time would come quickly. Will would soon wipe the floor with those imbeciles.
She stood and walked at a leisurely pace toward where Barbossa and Jack had taken their fight to on the other side of the cave, not at all bothered by the sudden surmount of chaos. If anything, it felt harmonious to her, the clamor of sword against sword.
Jack and Barbossa fought each other up the side of the cave. Barbossa shoved Jack backwards, and he stumbled. Barbossa threw his sword aside.
"You can't beat me, Jack," he panted, throwing his arms open wide. But Jack was quite determined, and quickly stood. He brandished his sword and impaled Barbossa with it. But Barbossa didn't even flinch, and obviously, that was not the reaction Jack had expected.
Barbossa sighed and looked off, almost bored by the fact that he couldn't die. Then, he pulled the sword out of his chest and impaled Jack with it. He sputtered and coughed, and Barbossa smiled evilly at him. He watched as Jack stumbled backward into a patch of moonlight shining down through the cave, and suddenly, Jack turned to bones.
Barbossa's expression became confused. Jack lifted his arm to his face and studied himself. "That's interesting," he said, looking himself up and down. Then, he lifted his other arm, and allowed one of the gold medallions to dance across his fingers. "I couldn't resist, mate," he said, offering a sincere smile. Barbossa scowled and grabbed his sword off the ground. Jack pulled his own sword out of
his chest and bolted away from Barbossa, who was in hot pursuit of him.
Geneva could only smile. Sometimes, Jack could even fool her. She wasn't exactly sure why some things slipped from her knowledge, considering that they were supposed to be connected in full, but perhaps it was because Jack had reached some sort of understanding about her hypnosis. She wasn't sure why that had anything to do with it, but it appeared that after he realized he had been imprinted on, their connection became weaker, almost selectively. He certainly was not an easy subject. But she liked where this was going, so she continued to let things happen.
She looked back across the cave to Will, who was still going at it. The crewmates were making things difficult for him. They wouldn't die as easily as he'd thought. Geneva's smile disappeared for a moment. She'd been waiting a while now. She wanted to fight him one-on-one, with no distractions, but clearly, things were beginning to drag out.
Jacoby, the pint-sized crew member who was obsessed with the use of hand grenades, lit a fuze and threw it toward Will, and it exploded, gold shards flying everywhere through the smoke. Will fell backwards and rolled out of the way, and Geneva approached Jacoby from behind, shoving him aside. He rolled down a hill of gold and landed at the bottom, standing up quickly.
"Hey!" Jacoby screeched up at her, upon seeing who it was that shoved him. "Whose side are you on?!" She turned toward the twat and her eyes flashed, and he cowered a bit under her gaze. Then, he thought better of retaliating.
"I'm losing my patience," Geneva announced, so that Will could hear her. The men continued to attack him, but he shoved them off and caught a glimpse of her as she stood atop a hill of gold.
"I've heard a great deal about you, William Turner," she continued in a spiteful voice as she gazed down at the bumbling idiots who dared to waste her time. Will fought off the men once again, trying to watch her and fight at the same time. "And I've been itching to cross blades with you." He evaded another attacker and disposed of them for just long enough to reply.
"Who are you?" Will called up to her, and she smiled at him, earning a confused expression.
"Why, I'm your next adversary," she responded with a chuckle, her grin widening coyly. "But I prefer man-to-man combat. So, please, by all means, kill these idiots. They're wasting my time."
Will couldn't pay attention for long, before the men were upon him again, seemingly unable to be killed. Will fought them off again, and little Jacoby rushed up to him pointing his sword at him.
"I'm gonna teach you the meaning of pain!" he howled, and he was about to swing, when another female voice rang out.
"You like pain?" Elizabeth asked, and she swung a huge candelabra at him, hitting him right in the face and knocking him over. "Try wearing a corset."
She helped Will up off the ground, and together they began to fight off the three men. Geneva felt herself smile. This would be over much faster now.
Suddenly, Barbossa looked over at their fight.
"Lass!" he called to Geneva, and she looked straight at him. "Spill his blood!" He was talking about Will.
Geneva's lips curled into a devilish smile upon hearing her orders. "Gladly," she replied, saluting him frivolously with her hat before throwing it off into the water. Jack caught a glimpse of her terrifying expression.
"Oh," Jack murmured with a smile. "That's a mutiny face if I ever saw one." Geneva said nothing to refute it, and Barbossa only slashed at Jack in order to silence him. Jack couldn't have been more correct though.
Geneva had come to that glorious revelation quite a while ago. With the crew gone from the cave, there was no need for Barbossa to protect her anymore, and so, there was no need for her to remain loyal. Their deal served no purpose for her any longer, for it was only a tool by which she could achieve higher status. Her loyalty had complete and utter flexibility now. She wasn't about to be his slave if she had any say in it, and at that moment, she did, so she would take that opportunity. All that was left was to break the curse and allow someone else to do the honor of killing Barbossa. Then, she'd be free and soaring again.
She turned toward Will and Elizabeth, who had finally defeated the remaining men. She locked her eyes on Will, and her hand instinctively went to the hilt of her rapier. She wouldn't kill him, as Barbossa had ordered. He looked too interesting to kill. This was who she'd been waiting for, all this time. She'd been waiting for a match of skill. Now, that moment had arrived.
She strode toward him, confidence seething from her, her presence taking over the room. Will must have felt it, for Geneva was no mortal: she had that kind of power. He whirled around, brandishing
his own sword, only to find that Geneva was brandishing her own cutlass and Spanish rapier.
"Will!" Jack called out in warning from halfway across the cave. "Don't let her catch your eye!" Will offered a look of confusion towards Jack, but then, just as he looked back upon Geneva, her eyes flashed,
and her victorious grin shone bright. It was too late.
"Let's see how good you really are," she snarled at him, both swords at the ready, and Will shoved Elizabeth out of harm's way and Geneva sprang toward him. He blocked her blow and jumped backward, but she swung quick and hard. He tried to predict her form, but she changed it, and he got lost. She swung at him again and he wasn't expecting it. He dodged just barely, but had little time to block her second attack. She was fast.
He jumped into the water behind him, and swung to block her attacks. All he could do was block. He only had one sword. He couldn't get a swing in at all. Her face was filled with pure delight, adrenalin
coursing through her veins. She loved this.
He couldn't read her form at all. She swung so wildly, he couldn't keep up, even though her swings had no predictable order. She was using techniques he'd never seen before, techniques he'd never even dreamt of. She slashed at him, and he blocked, and suddenly she pulled back and swung hard, and she'd knocked his sword across the room. Her face lit up and then her eyebrows furrowed in frustration, and she suddenly tossed him her cutlass so that he could continue the duel, and she swung at him hard. Will couldn't think. Her form was unbelievable. He couldn't predict anything she was about to do. It was confusing him. He'd never seen any of this before. One moment, she'd be fighting with Spanish footwork and swinging her sword with an old German technique, and then suddenly, it would change with the next parry.
Then, their swords met, and she caught the hilt of his sword and it flew from his grasp, and he had nothing. He fell to the ground with the stroke, and she stood over him, her own rapier pointed at him. Her expression displayed bored disappointment.
"You've been talked up, Master Turner," she said monotonously, her eyes narrowed at him. "And yet, you bore me. I had expected better from you."
Suddenly, Elizabeth charged up behind Geneva and wildly swung a sword at her. Geneva turned around and blocked it easily, shoving her backwards into the water. Will jumped up, and Geneva pursued Elizabeth into the water.
"Elizabeth!" Will yelled for her, but she was already up and swinging again.
"Go!" she called back to him, and Geneva knocked the sword from her hand and shoved her again. Elizabeth yelped and fell back into the water, soaking herself completely.
"You're givin' me a lot of reasons to kill you, little girl," Geneva snarled. She didn't want to. Elizabeth—this woman—she had potential. Geneva saw it. She had every right to stab her through, right then and there, but she couldn't do that. Not to a woman like Elizabeth. That girl had every chance to truly become great. And Geneva couldn't thwart that blooming greatness, only in its infancy.
The sea lioness turned around, sword away from the girl below her in the water, and Will was already at the top of the pile where the Chest of Cortes sat. Geneva stopped and lowered her sword, a contentment washing over her.
"Well, if he was plannin' to spill his own blood from the beginnin'," she muttered to Elizabeth, a humored smile across her face. "Why did he not tell me and bore me to death instead?" She looked over to where Jack and Barbossa were fighting, and as they neared the same pile, Jack pulled out the medallion that he had stolen from the chest. He placed it firmly in his hand and sliced his skin open on his palm, allowing his blood to soak the gold. Then, he tossed his medallion up to Will. Everything was falling neatly into place.
Barbossa saw it happening and immediately pulled out his pistol, aiming it straight at Elizabeth, who had just stood up out of the water near to Geneva. A shot rang out, and Elizabeth jumped, but it wasn't Barbossa's pistol.
Hector turned and looked at Jack, who had his own pistol drawn, smoke rising from the end of the barrel. He had shot Barbossa right in the chest.
"Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot," Barbossa said, smiling at Jack triumphantly.
"He didn't waste it!" Will called from above on the mound. Everyone looked back up at him. Will had slit his own hand on his father's medallion as well, and he dropped them both into the chest. The curse had been broken.
Barbossa turned back to Jack, and then pulled open his own jacket. The gunshot wound in his breast was bleeding profusely. He looked up again, and offered a liberated smile.
"I feel..." he whispered, and Geneva winced, a sharp pain emanating from deep within her being. She could stand it, but it startled her some, and she had no time to swallow it before she reacted. It was her connection with Barbossa. He was alive now, and she could feel his pain because of her betrayal of him.
"Cold," he murmured, and his eyes slowly turned to meet Geneva's for a brief moment. He was trying to reach for the apple he had stowed away in his jacket, and had just grasped it, but his body gave out, and he collapsed onto the pile of gold behind him, his apple rolling out of his hand, unbitten, unsavored. More pain shot through Geneva's soul. She couldn't choke it off like the other types of physical pain. This was deeper. This was what Tia Dalma had bestowed her with. This was her power's real limit. She had betrayed Barbossa, not objecting to any harm that would come to him, and in doing so, she had indirectly killed him. This was the consequence she had to bear.
Finally, Geneva felt their connection disappear entirely. Barbossa was dead.
The pain went away, and she slowly stood up straight again, recovering. She couldn't feel too sorry. After all, she wasn't after Barbossa, but what lay above him. He had treated her well, but she wasn't looking to settle, and she had no reservations about stepping over others' bodies to claim power.
She turned her gaze from Barbossa's body to Jack, who stood a few feet in front of him. He looked at her, and put his gun away in his belt.
"I knew you wouldn't be opposed to that," Jack said, sauntering toward her, and she put her own sword away. "That's what you've been after all along, you pirate."
"I suppose ya' know me rather well, Jack," Geneva responded, her eyes coy. She turned and retrieved her cutlass from the water, shaking it off to dry it.
"But what of you now, love?" Jack asked, staying near to her. Geneva didn't look at him, but she kept speaking as she dried her cutlass.
"I was rather hoping you could tell me that," she cooed, and she let Jack carefully put his arm around her shoulders.
"Well," he began, flirtatiously, of course. "You've got a few options. If you stay here, you'll be hung for your involvement in piracy. Or, you'll be jailed at the very least, since you are a woman. But, if you ask for my honest opinion, I don't think the English would fare too well with the likes of you."
Geneva turned her head and looked at him out of the corner of her eye with a lovely smile. "Really? Now, where would you get an idea like that?"
"It's the norm that those who are hung will usually die," Jack commented. "You, love, would certainly throw them for a loop."
"Hm," she chuckled, and she sheathed her cutlass. "So what do you suggest?" Jack took his arm off her shoulders and stood in front of her.
"I say, you skip the whole bloody mess and head straight for the Pearl with me," he said. Geneva crossed her arms.
"Oh, I promise it will be interesting, love," he added. "Did I lie to you last time?" Geneva shook her head and extended her arm.
"You have yourself a deal," she said, and Jack shook her hand with a grin on his face. He liked where things were headed.
"I'll just be a moment," Jack said, hesitantly, looking at all the gold around him. "I haven't quite had me fill. I waited ten years for these gems."
"Aye," Geneva said, a smile on her face. With that, she turned from him and made her way for the mouth of the cave. When she got there, she saw a small rowboat and thought better of it. The Royal Navy was still out there. Besides, she wasn't exactly depending on Jack for anything.
She jumped in the water and swam the rest of the way out of the cave, and when she got out there, she turned and headed in the direction where the Pearl had been. She saw it slowly letting out the sails, trying to make it away from the chaos on the Dauntless without being seen. The Black Pearl could sneak well in darkness.
Geneva swam hard for it. Luckily, it hadn't caught the wind yet, and she reached it before it began moving too quickly. She hollered up, and she was hoisted aboard, but not without fuss.
"Who are you?" asked a feisty, dark-skinned woman. She seemed to be running things as they stood.
"Geneva Dalma," Geneva replied. "Jack Sparrow just recruited me for his crew. I assume this is that crew." It was the same group that Barbossa's crew had captured from before and locked in the brig. Somehow, they didn't recognize her. She hadn't really dealt with them personally under Barbossa, so that was probably why.
"You'd be correct," an older man said. "But where's the captain?" Geneva looked back at the rocky cave.
"Admiring the gold, of course," she replied, and then she turned back, with a look of seriousness. "But I wouldn't wait too long. The Royal Navy is recovering quickly from their battle. The curse is broken."
The crew gasped a bit, but the older man nodded.
"Then we ought to set sail," he said, and the woman looked at Geneva and then the man.
"But Gibbs!" she exclaimed. "What about her? What'll we do with the likes of her?" Geneva had guessed wrong. The woman recognized her some, at least for her name, if not because of Barbossa.
The man called Gibbs looked Geneva up and down.
"I'm afraid we'll have to keep you in the brig for now," Gibbs said to Geneva sympathetically. "At least until we see what the captain has to say."
"The captain may not be having much to say," Geneva replied, countering his argument. She did not want to be thrown in the brig. "He has an appointment with the gallows, and the British are known for their punctuality."
The little crew let out a shocked gasp and looked amongst themselves. Then, Gibbs shook his head.
"We'll figure out somethin'," he said reassuringly to everyone. "But for now, you go to the brig." Gibbs grabbed Geneva by the shoulder, and another man took a hold on her as well and led her down to the brig of the Pearl. She made no struggle, but she wasn't pleased with this. She didn't like being confined to a cell. But it was all she could do for now, and if Sparrow said it was better than jail, he was probably right.