A/N: Sorry if there's a longer wait between updates now. I've officially run out of prewritten chapters and I think from now on I won't stockpile chapters as I've been getting a little confused with what's going on in story vs in the chapter I'm writing. No joke, everyone was sending me fearful reviews of what will happen to Syrena in chapter 24 while I was off in chapter 28 writing Syrena perfectly safe and just casually bickering with Elizabeth. It really messed with my head with some parts, especially when it came to character development and remembering that Oh Jack hasn't had that thought about Sarah yet and Wait, what exactly did Philip specifically tell Syrena to do with Elizabeth?

So basically from now on you'll likely be getting chapters as soon as they're finished being written.

Birds of a Feather

The Curse of the Black Pearl

Chapter Thirty

One Last Shot

As soon as the longboat hit the shore, Syrena and Elizabeth scrambled forward to go rescue the boys. Unfortunately, due to Syrena having no practice on her legs, her first run forward made her legs buckle and she stumbled face first onto the ground.

She thought that Elizabeth would be long gone without another thought for her. So Syrena was very surprised when she felt an arm grasp hers and help her to her feet.

"Thank you," Syrena looked a bit startled as Elizabeth's eyes flicked over her body checking for any wounds.

"No problem," Elizabeth smiled. She slid her hand from Syrena's forearm down to entwine their fingers. "Now come on. We can't leave those two poor boys of ours to take on pirates by themselves."

"You're right," Syrena firmly held Elizabeth's hand as she led them down the corridors to where the duels were taking place. "I know Barbossa enough to know he would make sure more of his men were around than Sparrow's. The boys may have proven themselves decently enough in battle, but alone and outnumbered with pirates they're doomed."

"So am I even needed here or am I just supposed to applaud politely at a good move like this is a friendly cricket match?" Philip scowled with his arms crossed as Will fought three pirates singlehandedly without even breaking a sweat.

"Honestly Swift," Will grunted as he fluidly blocked a blow from Weatherby and immediately swung back his sword and blocked one from Monk, "I think I'm fine."

Philip rolled his eyes, "Look, Will, I know you're probably the best swordfighter out of anyone here – which is a little ridiculous when you think about it because Jack and Barbossa have been sword fighting longer than you've been alive and you've only been in like two actual duels and are self taught – but you can't honestly tell me you don't need my help fighting off three pirates while I stand here and do nothing. You can't just leave me out of this. It's not fair."

Will, Weatherby, Monk, Jacoby, Barbossa, and Jack all stopped their duels to just stare incredulously at Philip.

Feeling nervous at all the eyes turned upon him, he corrected, "As in a tactics thing where it's three against one vs two against three. Not in a I feel left out thing. I mean, I do feel left out, but I'm fine. Really. I'm fine."

Philip was not fine.

As Barbossa and Jack went back to their duel, Will just sighed and glanced at his opponents.

"Do one of you… I dunno," Will shook his head, "want to go try to kill my best friend?"

Monk shrugged, "Sure."

And in a farcically casual fashion, Monk lowered his blade, nodded to Will like he was saluting the challenge their battle had been, walked over to Philip, and swung his blade at the preacher.

Philip blocked and swung inelegantly with his own blade, clearly an amateur at the sport. Perhaps it was from the unintentional scene Philip had conjured, but Monk didn't put as much effort into the fight as he could. He was almost casual in the way he tried to slash at Philip, telegraphing his attacks well before it hit.

But Jacoby took advantage of Will's pause in the duel and used it as a chance to light and throw a bomb at him. Will thankfully jumped just out of the way enough not to be killed, but it certainly was close enough to knock himself and Weatherby back.

Philip turned to see what happened, not realizing Monk had swung his sword straight for Philip's neck.

A strand of seaweed shot out of nowhere and wrapped around Monk's neck. Before he could realize what happened, he was yanked hard backward onto the treasure. It was not in the slightest comfortable; gold, jewels and other miscellanea jabbing into his back. Monk scrambled to his feet, but claws slashed him across the face, accompanied by a loud hiss. His attacker then grabbed him by the arms – claws piercing his skin – and threw him violently into the water.

When his rescuer turned to face him, Philip just heaved a sigh and lowered his sword, "Is anyone actually going to let me fight?"

Syrena chuckled, "I thought you didn't like fighting?"

"No," he grabbed her arm and pulled her against him. "But I've got to have some stories to tell my grandkids."

The mention of Philip having grandchildren made Syrena feel odd, but she decided now was not the time to dwell on why.

"Are you alright?" Philip looked her over nervously.

"Yes, but I can't say the same for you," Syrena gently touched his broken nose. "This bloody mess suggests you haven't just been standing around doing nothing."

"You'd be surprised," Philip said dryly.

She glanced down, saw Monk trying to scale back up the pile of treasure. In unison Syrena and Philip kicked Monk in the face, sending him tumbling back into the water.

"You know," Philip said, "we make a pretty good team."

"Yes, it seems we do. Come," Syrena grabbed Philip's wrist. "Let's heal that nose."

Philip scurried along behind her and they crouched by the water, giving mild looks to the duels around them. Frankly, it seemed like no one actually cared the pair was around, too absorbed in their own tasks to give the expendable pair any mind.

"How have you been?" Syrena asked as she poured water over Philip's nose and used her magic to heal it. "Have you been hurt elsewhere?"

"No, no one's that interested in fighting me." Philip felt weird that he almost missed the incessant attacks from Twigg and Koehler. "Honestly, I don't even think Barbossa meant to break my nose."

Her eyes flashed, "Barbossa did this?"

Philip knew he had made a mistake, "…Maybe."

Syrena's eyes were dark and she had a sharp glare on her face, not meant for Philip but certainly pointed in his direction for the moment. He quickly decided perhaps it was time to change the subject.

"What about Elizabeth?" he asked. "Did you find her? Is she safe?"

"Oh, I took care of her just like you asked," she replied.

"I'm gonna teach you the meaning of pain!" Jacoby threatened Will loud enough to catch their attention.

"You like pain?" Elizabeth's voice suddenly rang out to Philip's absolute surprise.

He and Syrena turned to look just in time to see Elizabeth smash Jacoby in the face with a large metal pole. Jacoby hit the ground with a particularly loud THUD!

"Try wearing a corset," Elizabeth seethed.

Philip turned to look at Syrena, "I think you and I need to revisit the definition of safe."

Syrena scowled, "And engaged. Is she supposed to be doing that?"

Philip looked back at Elizabeth to now see Will on his feet, standing very close to her. For a brief second it almost looked like they were going to kiss, but then Elizabeth got distracted by Jack and Barbossa's duel.

"No," Philip sighed. "No, she is not."

Nose fixed, Syrena took Philip's hand and they ran over to Will and Elizabeth.

"Elizabeth!" Philip called.

"Philip," she sighed in relief and pulled him into a hug. They lingered on it for a lasting but appropriate amount of time before both pulled back and immediately started assessing each other for injuries. Elizabeth gasped and touched the burn mark on Philip's cheek, "What happened?"

"Twigg and Koehler attacked us," Philip sighed and moved her hand from his face. "It's kind of a long story."

"Can't you heal him?" Elizabeth looked to Syrena. The mermaid had mentioned her ability to heal wounds with water and magic during Elizabeth's captivity.

Syrena shook her head, "It's been too long. My magic only works on fresh wounds. He'll carry that mark for life."

"Well… I am not explaining that to Father," Elizabeth shook her head.

"Explaining any of this is going to be painful," Will pointed out, tracking the movements of Weatherby, Monk, and Jacoby as the Swanns reunited. "I can already imagine what Governor Swann's reaction to undead skeletal pirates will be."

"Oh, do not worry, he already knows," Syrena smiled.

Philip rubbed his temples, "Well that's what you want to hear."

"Elizabeth warned him of it when I rescued her," Syrena frowned, a little confused at Philip's dry tone considering he had just said he didn't want to tell Weatherby Swann the news. "Or rather I provided a longboat after Elizabeth managed to rescue herself by climbing out a window with a ladder of bedsheets."

Will raised an eyebrow, "Seriously?"

Philip shook his head and muttered, "Swanns."

"Wait." Something clicked in Will's head. "Governor Swann didn't see Syrena, right?"

Elizabeth glanced nervously at Syrena.

Syrena, however, didn't quite see the problem of the situation, "Oh, yes. Yes, he saw me and knows I am a mermaid. I saved you another awkward conversation, Philip."

She didn't understand why Philip dropped his head in his hands and groaned loudly. Surely since Philip and Elizabeth were – relatively – accepting Syrena for what she was and welcoming to it, despite Weatherby's initial shock, their other family member would be just as accepting and welcoming.

"Uncle knows about mermaids," Philip kneaded his forehead. He then thought of something and eyed Elizabeth, "And did you tell him about my… relationship with Syrena?"

Elizabeth smirked, "No, I thought that would be something you'd like to explain… while I stand in the corner and forever burn the expression on his face into my memory of you telling him you've fallen in love with a mermaid."

"How thoughtful," Philip said flatly. "Well, that's just perfect. Right, Will?"

That was when he noticed that since their conversation had been going on for so long, the pirate Weatherby had collected himself enough to attack Will again and re-engage him in a sword fight.

"Oh right," Philip remembered. "Duel to the death and all that."

"Right, we should probably get back to fighting," Elizabeth leaned against her large metal pole. "You know, Syrena, I'm a little surprised you haven't done anything to Barbossa about breaking Philip's nose."

"Well, I could fix it, so the punishment can be dealt out later," Syrena said.

"If there's a later," Elizabeth reminded.

Syrena's eyes widened and she felt her heart drop into her stomach. She glanced over at Barbossa and felt a weight press on her lungs. She struggled to catch her breath as she watched him fight a duel she knew he would never win.

"I have to save him," Syrena whispered.

Philip exchanged a wary look with Elizabeth.

Elizabeth nodded.

Signing, Philip put a hand on Syrena's shoulder, "I'm not sure-"

"He saved me," she cut off. "He took me from these rocks while I waited to die, and he gave me a reason to live… I found you because of him. I owe him my life."

Philip sighed, "I know you do, but you have to see there's no happy ending for him here."

"What if I could make him stop all this?"

He exchanged another look with Elizabeth.

"Syrena-" Elizabeth started.

"What if it was your father?" Syrena asked. She looked to Philip, "Or yours?"

The cousins sighed and dropped their heads in an identical fashion, clearly a motion belonging to the Swann genes within them.

"Well, Philip here's the chance to prove your eternal thesis," Elizabeth said, having already being won over by Syrena's earlier speech. She knew Philip wouldn't need further convincing as the mermaid had him wrapped around her finger, though not quite in a way that made Elizabeth uncomfortable. "Is it true that every soul can be saved?"

Syrena's pleading eyes were so desperate Philip had to force himself to look away.

"Yes," he watched Barbossa duel Jack. "…Though him I see as a bit of a long shot. Then again the kindness and compassion he has demonstrated towards Syrena does suggest that deep down he might-"

"Okay, we really don't have time to get analytical," Elizabeth nodded towards Will who was still fighting three pirates, but now fatigue was setting in so his skill was declining at a steady rate. "Do you think Syrena could possibly get Barbossa to stop this whole mess?"

"Maybe," Philip replied.

"Good enough for me," Elizabeth hoisted her pole over her shoulder. "You take Syrena and try to talk some sense into Barbossa. I'm going to fight undead skeleton pirates with Will… Oh, if only fourteen-year-old me could see this."

She ran off with far too much glee on her face.

Syrena and Philip scowled as they watched her retreat.

"She…" Syrena stared, not quite sure what to make of Elizabeth, "is an odd one."

Philip shrugged, "Not exactly the worst label I've heard for her. Come on."

"So," Will said as Elizabeth tossed him the pole to defend himself against Weatherby. "I think you and I need to talk about something."

"Oh?" Elizabeth kicked Jacoby as Will hit him in the face with the pole. "And what might that be?"

"Nothing much." Will watched Elizabeth grab the pole from the other side, and together they drove it straight through Weatherby, Monk, and Jacoby. "Just your apparent engagement to Norrington. Last time I checked weren't you and I doing… something?"

The pair took a moment to stare at the oddity of the three pirates struggling to get off the pole. The skewering was a rather violent move in theory, but quite comical when you looked at it.

"So," Will glanced at Elizabeth as Monk made a lame move to slash Will with his sword, but Will merely needed to lean slightly back to get out of the way. "Was that a lie Jack told or are you actually engaged to Norrington?"

"Uh," Elizabeth glanced over at Jack dueling Barbossa. "Truth be told, yes. I agreed to marry James because it pretty much was the only way to get the Navy come save you and Philip."

"But I thought you said-"

"You know, Will, I think we have more pressing issues to deal with first," Elizabeth nodded to the three pirates on the stick trying to slash at them. "Mainly surviving this night and then we can figure out this whole suitor mess."

Will sighed, "I… I guess you're right. But we're fighting undead pirates, Elizabeth. How do you suggest we kill them?"

Elizabeth grinned as she thought of how she and Syrena had dispensed of the pirates on the Black Pearl, "Who said anything about killing them?"

"Father!"

Barbossa had honestly not noticed the return of Syrena until he heard her call out to him. Sure enough there she was calling to him, stumbling from treasure mound to treasure mound with her preacher following behind. Off in the corner Turner and Elizabeth were doing something with Jacoby's bombs, though he couldn't see what.

Not that he cared about anything but Syrena and how the Swift boy was supposed to have taken her miles from here already.

"You fool, Girl!" Barbossa snapped, metal of his sword clashing furiously with Jack's. "What are you doing here? You should have turned tail and ran as far from here as you could!"

"I'm not running!" Syrena yelled. "Not this time! That's not who I am!"

"You ran from me many times. You ran from your Sisterhood at Whitecap Bay. You ran from your destiny after Calypso saved you and came here to die on these rocks. You're a runner. That's always who you've been."

"I'm not running this time. Not from someone I love."

It made him pause for the briefest moment which gave Jack the opportunity to slice his arm. Barbossa didn't even flinch, the curse numbing the pain. Still, he gave a vicious growl and slashed at Jack forcing Sparrow to jump back.

"Syrena," he snarled. "You get out of here now before things go south."

"But don't you see, Father?" Syrena called. Barbossa and Jack had stepped into the water so she couldn't get closer without regaining her tail. There wasn't enough room in that part of the cave to be in her natural form. "Things will go south for you. The Navy is out there, the curse will be broken before sunrise one way or another, and there is no fate for you here but tragedy. Please don't put me through that. Now is the time to escape!"

Barbossa grunted as he blocked a blow from Jack, "I've been… fighting…Too long to give up now!"

"But I need you!"

He glanced at Philip, "You've got someone else to take care of you now. Take your boy and go. I will see this through."

"You'll die if you do!" she yelled hysterically, prompting Philip to grab her arm tenderly in a move somewhere between comfort and to restrain. "Please, Father! Please!"

An explosion shook the cave and pieces of Weatherby, Monk, Jacoby, and treasures innumerous rained from the sky.

As the treasure showered down, Syrena continued to desperately beg Barbossa to run with Philip interjecting he usual spiel about God's forgiveness and how any soul could be redeemed. Thankfully it caught Barbossa's attention enough for Jack Sparrow to find the moment to meet the eyes of Will Turner.

The boy really did have Sarah's spirit, Jack had to admire. It took nothing more than a few looks and a nod for Jack and Sarah's son to communicate their plan.

Syrena's cried were heartbreaking for sure, but everyone in that cave knew what was going to happen next. What had to happen next. The pistol on Jack's belt felt heavier than it ever did before, and his finger twitched in anticipation of the shot he had waiting for for years.

Jack's eyes burned into Will's, and with one tip of the head, the plan was decided.

"Father, please," Syrena begged, oblivious to how Will made a break for the crucial chest. "Please listen to me! Walk out of here while you still can! I know you've been waiting so long. So have I, but now is not the time to be stubborn. Do it for me. Leave and be safe."

"I can't," Barbossa exclaimed.

"Yes, you can," a tear nearly threatened to spill from her eye. She didn't notice Jack slice his palm open. "Please, Father… it's time to end this."

He sighed.

"You're right," Barbossa said. "It is."

Syrena frowned, shocked that she had been through to him. Then he raised his pistol to Elizabeth, and Elizabeth stopped dead in her tracks.

"No!" Philip yelled as Syrena gasped.

It was the only way for Barbossa to end it. In order to get Turner's blood, he had to make the boy weak, and the only way to do that was to take away someone he loved so dearly. Barbossa's initial thought was to shoot Philip, but he couldn't do that to Syrena. Not only would he break her heart, but if Philip died who would take care of Syrena in the way only Barbossa had ever done. Even Pintel and Ragetti were too cowardly to stand up for Syrena enough to properly care for her (if they had any semblance of a back bone they would have named Syrena themselves permanently and told Barbossa to deal with it.)

It was because of Syrena that Barbossa chose to shoot Elizabeth Swann. Not only was it to spare Philip, but Barbossa remembered the hatred she had for the girl, and how viciously Syrena had attack Elizabeth. Miss Swann had betrayed his daughter and broke Syrena's heart, and that (combined with everything else Elizabeth had done, mainly lying about her surname) was the reason Barbossa chose to take her away from Turner.

He cocked the pistol, Miss Swann's eyes widening as far as they could as Syrena and Philip's screams of objection faded mutely in the background, sounding as nothing more than dull murmurs on the wind.

And slowly, his finger set on the trigger and started to squeeze.

BANG!

The smoke billowed not from Barbossa's pistol… but Jack's.

Everyone stared as Jack held the pistol towards Barbossa, not a speck of humor riddling his face after firing the weapon he had carried for a decade. He had been waiting so long for this moment.

Yet Syrena didn't understand. Her heart pounded like a racehorse beneath her breast, the anixity buzzing beneath her blood. Her brain refused to accept what her heart already knew. Over and over her mind tried to understand why Jack Sparrow would pull that trigger if he knew it wouldn't hurt Barbossa.

But her heart already knew the truth.

"No," she whispered.

Barbossa seemed as clueless as Syrena's head, "Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot."

Philip scowled at the scene. He was glad Elizabeth was alright, but none of this was adding up. Barbossa was right, Jack had been carrying the pistol for a decade and now he blew it on a shot that wouldn't kill Barbossa? What was the point in shooting now? The curse was still in effect and Jack didn't even carry extra supplies to reload. Ten years down the drain all because Jack Sparrow literally got trigger happy.

Then Philip's eyes widened.

Unless…

"He didn't waste it."

As one, all heads turned to Will. There he stood behind the chest, hand cut and holding two bloody medallions.

"No," Syrena whispered in frozen horror.

It was like Syrena's world moved in slow motion. Will turned his hand over and dropped the medallions in the chest. The coins landed, and a horrific scream filled the cave as a mermaid screeched in utter agony.

She ran as fast as her legs could carry her, but Jack caught her and yanked her back.

"There's nothing you can do," Jack held tight against her struggle to break free. He didn't let Syrena do anything but watch helplessly as Barbossa pulled open his shirt and show the blood pour from his bullet wound. Jack was almost sorry for the pair as Barbossa's eyes looked to nothing but the mermaid fighting in Jack's arms. "Mermaids can't heal mortal wounds. You can't save him. You know you can't."

Syrena hissed dangerously almost going for a bite too tear a chunk from his arm but thinking better of it. Her body went limp in his arms, struggling not to let her hisses turn to whimpers as she watched her father bleed out in front of her. Knowing she understood, Jack released her from his grasp.

Instantly Syrena ran to Barbossa and grabbed his arms.

"Father," Syrena gasped, fighting to keep him upright, "Father, it will be alright. You'll be fine, Father. You'll be okay."

But Barbossa just stared blankly at this strange little mermaid who by all rights should hate him yet somehow he had come to call his own.

"Syrena," he whispered. "My daughter."

No one dared say a word. Something heavy fell upon them, whether they wanted it or not.

Philip stood watching in heartbreak, remembering the day his mother held him in her arms and he begged God for his father back. He thought to the morning he woke to his teary-eyed uncle at his bedside, and that terrible moment when Uncle Weatherby told Philip that his mother had gone to the Kingdom of Heaven.

Elizabeth mutely watched Syrena beg her father to stay alive. Syrena's words from earlier to put herself in Syrena's place rang in Elizabeth's mind. She barely noticed Will slowly dismount the treasure and settle by her side. All she could feel was Aunt Rebecca's phantom arms holding her, consoling her the day Katherine Swann died.

Will made no move to embrace Elizabeth, even though that's what his heart yearned for most. (Not that he really could do so now with Elizabeth's engagement to Norrington.) Instead Will's mind went to the day his mother told him "Today is the day I die, Will."

He remembered the way he held his mother in the water and watched the life slip from her eyes. Mister Adams – their friendly next-door neighbor – watched with his family from the shore. When Mother was gone, Will watched as her body waded out into the ocean and slipped beneath the water, never to emerge. It had been her wish, and Mister Adams helped Will arrange it.

Mister Adams was very kind to the Turners, but with eight children of his own, he couldn't possibly take in one more. So Will set out to find his father upon the sea.

A father Jack was convinced he had just helped kill.

Jack had not been privy to the revelation that Bootstrap was collected by Davy Jones. So the second he watched those medallions hit the chest, he knew his friend had been killed. Bill had been the only one brave enough and loyal enough to stand up to Barbossa over the mutiny, and he had been willing to give his life for that honour.

"Thank you, Bill Turner," Jack Sparrow thought. "You were a good pirate and a good man. I hope wherever you are, you're happy."

The Bosun's lash struck flesh, but for the first time Bill Turner cried out in pain.

"What's this?" Davy Jones chuckled from the crowd gathered to watch the whipping. What the punishment was for didn't matter. All that mattered was for the first time in Bill Turner's ten years of Hell, he stood under the moonlight a man, the sting of the whip coursing through his body. "It looks as if your curse is finally broken. Wonder how that might have come about, Master Turner?"

But Bill knew the answer already.

"Will," he gasped.

It was the worst torture yet. There Bill laid on the deck of the Flying Dutchman, back stinging, and heart pounding. He had no way of knowing what had been done to his boy, but he did know Will's blood must have been spilled.

Had Barbossa killed his son? Maimed Will? Killed Sarah to get through to their boy? Or was it the impossible and somehow Will and Sarah managed to find a way to come out on top. Out there somewhere was his wife and son coming to save him? Could he hold the woman he loved in his arms one more time, and smile as he saw the man his son had grown into?

Or was it the more likely, and his precious son dead?

It was impossible to know – though his mind played over and over the image of Sarah wailing in grief as she held their son's limp body – but one thing was clear. Somewhere in the world his son was bleeding.

And Bill Turner cried.

Ten years he had dreamed of pulling that trigger and watching Barbossa die at his feet, but as Jack Sparrow watched a mermaid fight with all her strength to keep Hector upright, Jack's heart felt so heavy.

He didn't regret it… but that didn't mean his heart didn't ache for Hector's daughter.

"It will be okay. You'll be okay," Syrena begged. "Father, look at me. Look at me."

His eyes had never left her.

The blood poured from his chest as he barely kept himself upright. His weight was supported solely by the wobbly legs of a mermaid.

Philip sighed as he watched Syrena beg for Barbossa to live much like the way Philip himself had begged for her life.

He heard a sad whimper, and something tug on his pant leg. Philip looked down to see Jack the Monkey watching Barbossa with as much heartbreak as Syrena. Feeling sorrow for the poor little creature, Philip bent down and stretched out his arm in some gesture of sympathy. He expected Jack to sniff at his hand and let Philip pet him, but to Philip's surprise, Jack jumped on his arm and climbed onto Philip's shoulder. He sighed and stood, watching as both a monkey and a mermaid witnessed the death of the man they called more than Master.

It wouldn't be long now.

"Syrena," Barbossa whispered.

He stared at her intently, trying to burn every inch of her skin into his fading memory. Wherever he went next, he wanted to recall every detail of the girl who taught him love.

Over her shoulder, Barbossa could see Philip watching with Jack the Monkey on his shoulder. The sight almost made Barbossa smile. He knew his daughter would be taken care of when he was gone.

He only wished he didn't have to leave…

"Syrena," he whispered it again. "My sweet… foolish daughter."

It had never been harder for her to hold back tears. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest, desperate to cling to the warmth of his skin as long as he drew breath.

"I feel…" Barbossa pulled the apple from his pocket, his long-awaited reward, and stared at it for a second. He dropped it without a thought, and tenderly stroked back a lock of Syrena's hair. The fruit was nothing compared to his greatest treasure. He smiled at her and uttered his final word, "…love."

He fell back into a pile of wealth that nothing meant nothing to him, bringing Syrena down on top of him. Syrena would not unlock her arms from his neck and let herself fall with him. Her cries echoed off the walls of the cave as everyone stood in silence watching the tragic scene unfold.

Philip closed his eyes and began to whisper a prayer, heart aching for the mermaid he loved.

And with his daughter's arms holding him tight, there Hector Barbossa died.