Rachel was sitting downstairs in her cabin on the bed. She played with the pendant in her fingers. Actually, she had no idea what had happened here in the last few days.

A deep sadness welled up inside her. She thought of the strange woman who somehow seemed familiar to her. What would happen to her? And why had this witch – Tia Dalma – threatened her?

Rachel was aware that she was not the woman who could be of any help in this oppressive situation. She was on a ship, she couldn't swim. She couldn't fight either.

Why had she so naively come along with Jack? His charming grin – that had certainly been a reason, she noted angrily. She should have known better. Thinking of the devil …

"How are you?" asked Jack.

Rachel could not stop herself. She was done. Too much had just happened in the last few minutes, and she confused herself too much when it came to Jack and the pirates.

"How am I supposed to be? I followed you docilely and have no idea what you got me into. A few months ago I had finished my last lesson in England, wanted to build an independent life. Maybe find the love of my life in Port Royal and just be happy," Rachel ranted, rising from the bed and forgetting that she was not familiar enough with Jack to speak to him like that.

Jack slowly approached her. Astonished at her outburst, he had raised an eyebrow, admitting her anger overwhelmed him. But as he continued to approach her, he let his obligatory self-assurance show through his every move. By the time he was standing directly in front of her – completely serene and calm – the confusion faded from his eyes and he grinned audaciously at Rachel.

She wanted to vent further, this time directly about himself.

Jack placed a finger on her lips, gently closing her mouth. And as light as the touch was, it was rude to interrupt her like that.

Then he kissed her. She had never been treated so disrespectfully.

With the bed behind her, she could no longer avoid him. For a moment, Rachel was too shocked to react. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes.

Jack did not touch her with his hands, did not hold her. Thus maintaining a deceptive appearance that she had a choice.

Instead of reacting, Rachel paid close attention to what was happening to her body.

Her heart beat against her ribs at double speed, and at the same time it was as if the blood in her veins was turning to ice. Shoulders and arms tensed, nails dug into the palms of her hands. Jack's nearness sent shivers all over her body.

And then she realised again what she was going through because of this pirate. How he represented everything she found so despicable. What was worse was that there was something about him that made it impossible for her to really loathe him.

Rachel pressed her hands against his chest with all her might and, without rebelling, he allowed himself to be pushed back.

Incredibly amused, he seemed as he stood there, raising the corners of his mouth and only slowly taking his gaze from her lips to look into her eyes.

"Scuse me. Couldn't resist, and I just felt like it. But I see, you're alright," was all he said and disappeared from the room.

Rachel sank back onto the bed. Her mind was buzzing with intangible and conflicting thoughts.

Out of sheer carelessness, the amulet fell out of her hand. Startled, she thought that the piece of jewellery was now broken. A melancholy melody reached her ears. On closer inspection, she saw that the pendant was merely opened.

A yellowed, small sheet of parchment lay inside the amulet. Rachel picked it up with shaky fingers and carefully unfolded it. In a messy handwriting, it said: Beware of your mother. Find your sister. Jonathan.

Jonathan! This message came from her father. She quickly ran on deck and called for Jack.

"What is it?" he asked her impatiently.

The crew just held a crisis meeting.

"Tia Dalma. Who is she?" Rachel wanted to know.

Gibbs laughed and enlightened her, "Tia Dalma is Calypso, the goddess of the sea. An unpredictable contemporary. Fortunately, we managed to bind her to her human body a second time."

Rachel wordlessly handed the small note to Jack. Jack looked at it, spellbound. When he had finished reading, he looked at Rachel.

She had these strange thoughts about herself and the sea again and now it all made sense. Tia Dalma was her mother.

"Get me angry," she demanded.

"In front of the others?" Jack asked, and Rachel didn't understand him right and nodded.

"Without a hitch," and with these words, Jack now kissed her for the second time.

She had not expected that, but Jack did not fail to evoke the effect she wanted. She became angry.

Not because her heart was beating noticeably again and her breathing increased. Not because she closed her eyes to listen more attentively inside herself while his touch revealed unknown sensations to her. Not even because she wanted to touch Jack's arms to test whether the firm grip of his hands on her back awakened false promises about the strength in his muscles.

It annoyed her to react like that to the kiss of a murdering and lying pirate … and to have the certainty that she would want more of it.

Instantly the wind picked up strongly and formed higher waves, but as soon as Jack let go of Rachel again, the water ebbed and went about its normal routine.

Gibbs' eyes were wide, and he shook his head as if he didn't want to believe what he had just seen. He spoke what everyone was thinking, "You are Tia Dalma's daughter?"

Jack had also had this idea. That was the reason why he had wanted to talk to the witch. Now he was sure.

"Luckily, our little Miss doesn't have a bad temper," said Pintel, looking pleadingly at Rachel.