The wind circled in the small chart room of the Black Pearl, and Rachel emerged from the vortex. Tia Dalma appeared next to her and she immediately found what she was looking for. On a chair lay folded a dress. Tia Dalma couldn't help but laugh.

"Go on. Put this on." She tossed the dress to Rachel, who looked at it in wonder.

"Why?" Rachel wanted to know, almost grouching.

"Because it is not appropriate to step naked between people. It's provocative and outrageous. Stop questioning everything and do as I say."

Rachel grumbled to herself and she laboriously got dressed. When the dress fitted properly, both women went back on deck.

Tia Dalma addressed Gibbs, "Good afternoon, Master Gibbs. Where can we find Jack Sparrow?"

Gibbs frowned. "Why are you talking like that? You never greet me."

"I have to be a role model and teach her the ways of humans," Tia Dalma explained to him, nodding in Rachel's direction.

Gibbs bowed his head and said, "Well, Jack's ashore. He said he was going to take care of the children."

Tia Dalma frowned. She knew Jack didn't have children.

"Maybe you should just wait until he's back," Gibbs added.

Tia Dalma didn't want to wait.

She described the captain of the Black Pearl to countless innkeepers and asked if they had seen anyone like him. She finally found what she was looking for at an inn. The owner pointed up the stairs.

"The room on the left."

Tia Dalma heard the giggling even while she was still standing in the corridor outside the room and told Rachel to wait outside.

She knocked and the giggling died away. It took a moment, but then Jack opened the door. He wasn't wearing his white shirt and waistcoat, and Tia Dalma gave him an exaggeratedly languishing look.

Jack smiled at first, but as soon as she pushed past him into the room and closed the door behind her, he rolled his eyes.

Two women lay scantily clad in the bed. Tia Dalma turned briefly to Jack and grinned at him.

"Jack, you said you had all afternoon," one of the women complained and she and the other scrutinised Tia Dalma.

"That is quite true. I'm sure the lady here got the wrong room," said Jack from behind Tia Dalma.

Tia Dalma would not play into his hands and fixed her gaze on the two women in front of her, her grin still on. Many people found her presence eerie and Tia Dalma knew how to capitalise on this.

One look from her was enough, and the two women hastily gathered their clothes and disappeared.

Circling, Tia Dalma walked around Jack. He showed no insecurity.

"How did you know where I was?"

"Gibbs said you were ashore."

"And he didn't tell you to wait?" asked Jack, confused.

But then he had to grin himself at Tia Dalma's exuberant enthusiasm with which she eyed him. He knew she wanted to pull his leg.

He hadn't known at the time, and his ignorance was not something Tia Dalma regretted.

When Rachel entered the room, his face froze and Tia Dalma also became serious.

"So you found the clothes?"

"Thank you, Jack. I came because I want to say goodbye to my sister. I want Rachel to be there to say goodbye to her mother too. Did you burn her body like I told you to?"

Jack grimaced. It had been a disgusting job to heave the limp body out of the dinghy and soak it in oil on deck so that it could catch fire.

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." Tia Dalma's voice became quiet and she looked at the floor.

"Condolences are in order, aye?"

Tia Dalma replied with a slight nod of her head.

Rachel became angry. She sensed Tia Dalma's grief. Almost strong enough to feel it herself.

With her thoughts, Tia Dalma reminded Rachel to stay calm.

Rachel hissed angrily and put one hand to her waist. She then gently stroked Tia Dalma's arm apologetically.

Jack had been quietly observing the strange occurrence. He couldn't understand the bond between them.

"Shall we go?" he asked, feigned cheerful.

"Yes, but you have to put something on. It's provocative and outrageous for you to display yourself naked like that. Hurry up, I don't want to be here much longer," Rachel said, pointing to his upper body.

Jack stared at her.

"I taught her," Tia Dalma murmured to him proudly.

Back on the Black Pearl, Jack brought Tia Dalma the rum bottle in which he had stored Rose's ashes. Tia Dalma did not find fault with the fact that the only human remains of her sister rested in a stinking bottle.

She held the bottle high above her head and murmured strange-sounding words. Rachel let the air blow gently and the ashes were carried away.

The entire crew and even Barbossa paid their last respects to the deceased wind goddess.

"Callisto was your mother and my sister," Tia Dalma told Rachel.

She would have liked to say that Rachel didn't have to cry, but Rachel didn't anyway. She had kept a straight face when Tia Dalma told her who Callisto had died for. No, Rachel had even called it ridiculous that the goddess had breathed her last for a human being.

Barbossa had insisted on being released from the cell for the occasion. He stepped forward and he solemnly took off his hat.

"Calypso, I ask your forgiveness. It was never my intention to harm you. I really wanted to help." He even made a bow.

Jack muttered, "Bootlicker."

Tia Dalma turned to Barbossa with a smile. "Hector, don't think you can fool me. First I'll give in to my grief over my sister, and then we'll see if I can forgive you."

She beckoned Jack towards her and watched Rachel out of the corner of her eye as the latter let her fingers glide over the planks of the ship and looked dreamily up at the sky.

"Jack, you were at sea with her for a while, do you know anything about events in her life that might remind her of the woman she was? It's important. She's too ..." Tia Dalma lowered her gaze and scratched sheepishly at the floor with her bare foot. "She is cold. It is normal for gods to have a certain aloofness. But she overdoes it. Her mother's death doesn't bother her. She doesn't waste a thought on her. She should, though, even if she didn't know her mother."

Jack looked thoughtfully at Rachel and a wicked smile stole onto his face. Tia Dalma called him back quietly, but he paid no attention to her. She put her hand over her face in pity, not wanting to look at this embarrassment. He was far too brash.

"Dearest," Jack addressed Rachel with what he thought was an irresistible grin on his face.

She turned to him with an expressionless look.

"What do you want, mortal?" she asked, already slightly incensed.

This man got on her nerves enormously.

Jack stood directly in front of her, took her face possessively in his hands, and wanted to kiss her. He didn't even touch her before he was caught by a brutal squall and pressed against the railing on the opposite side of the ship.

Pintel laughed spitefully at his captain, which earned him a round of extra guard duty and a very nasty look.

Tia Dalma strode to Jack, who lurched forward as the air that had pinned him disappeared.

"It's not that simple, Jack. I warned you. Give her time. And by the way, do you really think just because you're Captain Jack Sparrow that a kiss with you was a crucial, key experience for her?" She raised an eyebrow doubtfully as she spoke to him.

Jack, however, was already sulking too much to get involved in a serious discussion with the witch, which he could only lose anyway.

In a huff, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You can keep her. Best she stays Callisto the Second forever and never comes back here. You just do your water-wind thing and leave me alone. I've had enough of you goddesses...es."

Tia Dalma laughed out loud. "Oh, did she drag your dignity through the mud? No, Jack. You're going to need her. I sense something evil and powerful in the waters. If I hadn't been bound to this body for so long for some unthinkable reason, I would have warned you sooner."

She gave him a warning look. "You should get Callisto on your side quickly before it's too late. I am still superior to her because she's very young. Soon she will be almost my equal, but until that is the case, I can persuade her to stay among you as Rachel for a while longer. Do not put her off with your bad behaviour. She will show you her power, and not for your own good. We gods are – shall we say – easily irritated."

"You don't have to tell me that." Jack was still offended.

Tia Dalma left him alone and joined Rachel, who was now standing by Cotton, gently stroking his parrot's feathers.

"This marvellous colourful bird spreads its wings and is in the air when it wants to be," said the wind goddess.

"Yes, birds have that way about them," Tia Dalma replied impatiently. "You have a task ahead of you here. It will be exciting and it won't do you any harm to live among humans for a while. You will stay, I will go. Don't worry, if you call me, I'll be with you. Just speak my name if you need me."

"Wait," Rachel stopped her. "How did that just happen?"

Tia Dalma could feel the confusion emanating from the other. In her human body, Rachel did not yet have control over her element.

"You were angry," Tia Dalma said, unable to explain further.

The water obeyed her differently when she was in her human form. She even had less strength. She didn't know how it stood with Rachel.

"Why can't I just be and happen? Why does it feel like the wind is separate from me here, like it's outside of me and something on its own?"

"You'll have to find out for yourself. That was anger. A word of advice: that man there," Tia Dalma nodded in Jack's direction, "he knows how to make you angry like no other."

Rachel looked thoughtfully at Jack and with a grin, Tia Dalma dissolved. She had something to do and had to return to her shack on the distant island.