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[bringmethatnpc]

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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[pirate-gibbs.livejournal.com]

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.

[turned_captain]

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?"

[touch-destiny.livejournal.com]

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."

[bushel-o-apples.livejournal.com]

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."