It has an echo -- sweet, sad, but an echo all the same. The shadows give way to the beast of the deep's form, Davy Jones melding through them as he has been wont to do. Land he may never touch, but leaping from ship to ship? That has never been a problem.

He says nothing, only looks at the woman beyond the bars with grave solemnity. This is not, it seems, a pleasure visit for the woman bound within the Pearl.