Tia Dalma quickly reached her little shack on the deserted island.

She had all her utensils here, and now she was sitting at her table, holding the amulet with her left hand that had once belonged to her and that she had given to Jonathan for Rachel. Jack had had it in his cabin, and she in turn had secretly purloined it.

She began to speak. The words of the spell that had already been on her twice.

Tia Dalma had the power to bind Callisto to her human body for a certain period of time, as long as the wind goddess did not yet possess her full powers and was aware of them.

When she had finished, she hung her head in exhaustion. It had been tiring and she would need a while to recover.

On the Black Pearl, Tristan, Temari and Jack discussed how they could get Rachel to remember everything again. They had left Tortuga behind and had not yet set a course.

"Maybe we should take her to Port Royal. Her home might be able to help," Tristan suggested, hopefully.

Jack just raised his shoulders helplessly and screwed up his face.

"For one thing, we would have to go to England if we want to give her a sense of home. She has spent more time there in recent years. And then I would like to draw your attention to the fact that the Commodore himself was stupid enough to visit us on Tortuga. And not because he likes us so much, no …," he interrupted himself, because Rachel came staggering up angrily.

She seemed to have problems with her balance and to be fighting an invisible wall. Her hands pressed against the nothingness and it seemed to make work.

"What's happening to me? What are you doing?" she gasped.

She had the feeling of being framed from all sides. The pressure grew stronger and stronger until she became afraid. She tried to throw the two men and the woman across the deck, because she suspected that they were the ones who were making her suffer like this.

She was furious. But no wind stirred, and Temari and Jack looked at her in utter astonishment.

"Everything all right, love?" Jack enquired.

"You shall not ...," but Rachel was overtaken by such unbearable agony that she fell to the floor screaming.

Jack and Tristan cautiously approached the woman, who now radiated such an attractive vulnerability and no longer moved. Cautiously because neither of them trusted her.

This new Rachel didn't care whatsoever for humans, and it was only too well known that she had no desire for a trip among pirates.

Somehow it did look a little familiar to Jack. Rachel had had no intention of travelling with his crew back then either. He had to grin.

Temari had knelt down to her and gently stroked her shoulder. Rachel even let her.

"You'll be fine," Temari tried to reassure her and Jack groaned.

"Don't you ever try to build me up, please," he said.

Rachel sat up again, the pain gone as quickly as it had come. She had to get out of here and so she said goodbye, "I'm going to leave now."

All that should have been left was her beautiful burgundy dress, which she had found in the chart room, but Rachel didn't disappear.

She looked down at herself in surprise. None of this simply could be true. She couldn't get out of this horrible body!

"You did this!" she shouted angrily.

"Now, don't make a scene!" Jack knew this could backfire, but his brusque manner had the desired effect, and Rachel turned to him in amazement.

"I forbid that tone of voice. Besides, I have reason enough to revolt. I'm not getting out of here!" she was almost hysterical now.

"If it makes you feel any better, we all can't really get away from here," Tristan interjected sarcastically.

But Jack immediately realised what Rachel meant. "You mean you're stuck in the body?"

"What else would I mean?" came back the bitchy reply.

"Well, then don't direct your anger at us, because we can't lock you up," the captain said, still surprised.

What did it all mean? The only people who had succeeded in binding a goddess to a human body had been the pirate lords. He was still one of them himself.

Jack had a vague suspicion and hurried into the captain's cabin.

Barbossa sat confidently in Jack's seat, had even cheekily put his feet up on the large, dark wooden table and grinned with self-satisfaction.

That reminded Jack to have him put back in a cell. Jack glared at him and tried to shoo Barbossa off the chair. He only looked puzzled, but stood up with a sigh.

"Jack? Why are you always so unstable? Something's always bothering you since I've been on the Pearl."

Jack rolled his eyes. "The fact that the combination of Black Pearl and you disgust me is entirely your fault. We have a rather irritable wind goddess on board here. Irritated because she was bound to her body. You can't explain, by any chance?"

"I wash my hands of it," Jack's adversary replied, bored.

"Aye, makes sense. You couldn't do it on your own. But the little lady up there is freaking out. I have no idea how long we can stay at sea before she completely loses her mind and we're in a bloody hurricane." Nevertheless, Jack looked at his former first mate punitively.

"Under your leadership, everyone loses their mind sooner or later," said Barbossa, still not very interested.

"Hold on …," Jack fell silent with his index finger raised and his mouth open as Tristan approached.

"Jack, you'd better set a course. The men don't trust Rachel and want to get close to land as soon as possible."

Jack slumped down in his chair, frustrated, and played thoughtfully with his beard. "And where do you think we should go? Tortuga should only be enjoyed in moderation, and I really don't fancy Port Royal."

"Jack, I'm glad to be able to help you. Let's take a north-easterly course. I know an entrancing island. You'll like it," Barbossa interjected.

Jack furrowed his brow and said, "Well, tell the men to head south-west. We'll find something to dock with. I'll try my luck again with the little wind goddess."

Tristan nodded and ran on deck with the captain. Rachel was still angry, he could see that immediately, but he shrugged, gave Gibbs the course and let Jack do it.

The latter had come to Rachel's side and was looking at the sea with her.

"You used to do that not so long ago," he said in a gentle tone of voice.

"What?" she asked angrily.

"Well, standing at the railing watching the water. You never missed the sunset because you couldn't get the colouring right when you were painting it."

"How? I haven't even been on the ship yet. You're being quite presumptuous."

Jack sighed and thought for a moment about telling her that she hadn't always been Callisto, but a relatively normal woman. But he wasn't sure if that would be wise. Perhaps he would cause damage that he would not be able to repair without Tia Dalma.

He changed the subject. "Is there anything in particular you would like to do or see? Just tell me, there are nice things you can do to pass the time."

"Can you make me angry?" she asked.

It was déjà vu all over again and Jack was tempted. He beamed at Rachel.

"With and without intention — aye." He wasn't stupid enough to give in to temptation and became serious again.

"You know, you should remember your life. For that, we would have to experiment a little. I want to help you with that. So, what's it to be? You drew and ... yes, you had a four-legged big beast."

The wind died down a little and Jack could tell that Rachel was curious and thinking.

"A beast?"

"Horse. Runs fast and is unpredictable," Jack said.

Temari had joined the two when she saw that Rachel was getting a little calmer.

"Yeah, let's go look for a horse. Maybe that will help," she said and rolled her eyes.

Jack gave her a dirty look, but Rachel, who obviously had no ear for sarcasm, smiled and said, "I'd love to. I want to know if they can really run that fast."

Temari slapped the flat of her hand in front of her face. She increasingly had the feeling that she was sailing in really bad company.

Jack played sheepishly with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. "Actually, you'd much rather have an easel and paint, aye?"

"No, thank you. Show me a horse."

"It's not that easy, you know? Pirates are not welcomed with open arms when they dock somewhere and want to visit something ... we are actually rather feared."

Rachel wrinkled her nose contemptuously. "Then you shouldn't make such suggestions to me if you can't keep them anyway."

Jack's smile widened a little as he said, "You're absolutely right, dear."