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Night has fallen, and the Black Pearl cuts through the still and glass-like waters of world's end with hardly a sound. There must be a small wind, their forward progress is proof enough of that, but the air feels stagnant and oppressive, weighing them down with the knowledge that they don't belong in this weird and haunted place.

Some of the crew fall silent over their work, or stare ahead as if the way home will suddenly present itself. Others have different ways of dealing with the tension.

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Pintel is surprised into speechlessness. She's always scared him, but the emotion in her voice tugs at the heartstrings like nothing else, all of a sudden. Makes a lad wonder at the world, somehow.

He suppresses a quiet sniffle, and keeps quiet in case she wanted to say more. Get it off her chest, like.

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Ragetti, meanwhile, is frowning slightly at nothing and silently moving his lips. He's trying without much success to reconcile the two pictures of Davy Jones in love and Davy Jones the octopus-bearded, crab-clawed creature who'd taken Captain Jack.

"So... he wasn't always..."

An appropriate descriptor evades him; perhaps this needs illustration. Ragetti puts his hand on his chin and wriggles his fingers... in the most respectful manner, of course.

"...tentacle-ey?"

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"No."

The smile she turns on them is sweet and wild and sad, her eyes far away, and her voice flows by like the hush of the water against their hull. One hand lifts to her throat, caresses a little silver gleam there. Her fingertips run over crab claws delicately wrought, over the shape of a heart that lies cold so close to her own.

"Him was a man once."

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Pintel doesn't know what to say.

This isn't unusual, but the kind where scary ladies talk about old loves, and one of them being Davy Jones, he decides, is the special speechlessness. He endges closer to the rail again with Ragetti, when he judges it safe, staring at the dark water below.

[parley-pirate.livejournal.com]

Really, Tia Dalma's story has made the pressing dark of night-time just that bit more spooky. The air feels warm to Ragetti, but it's the stifled warmth of some kind of underground tomb, only so because the heat can't escape to the living world.

He shudders slightly. This whole Davy Jones thing is, he reflects, making him unseasonably morbid.

Suspended in the dark and the fog, so that it was impossible to judge size or distance, he spots something. A lighthouse?

Then another. And another and another and another. And finally, the long low forms behind them, indistinct. "Now there's boats coming!"

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There are many boats. Each no bigger than the average rowboat. A single, lantern provides the only light in the gloom. And each carries someone.

Is it an attack? Something else trying to keep them from leaving? Gibbs rams a shot into place in a handy musket, ready for anything.

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Will is quick behind Gibbs, and as soonas he sees what the old sailor is doing, he shoots a hand out to still the action.

"They’re not a threat to us," he says with certainty that turns to uncertainty as he realises he doesn't know where the knowledge came from.

He glances to Tia Dalma. "Am I right?"

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She nods, slow, watching the progression of ghostly faces and candles, and in the flickering light, her eyes are sad but peaceful.

"We are nothing but ghosts to them."

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Barbossa nods. He didn't make this one journey, because thanks to Jack's one shot he didn't die at sea, but all the same he knows a little bit more about this whole business than most others.

"It's best just to let 'em be."