Barbossa walks up behind Jack, watching their reflections in the Kraken's dead, unseeing eye. Now this, this has been a stroke of luck the kind you don't usually get. Something like this you can't ignore. Something like this will surely give Jack pause, make him see what the world is about to become if they don't stop Beckett.

The faintest curl to the corners of his lips isn't quite a smirk as he speaks, his tone gentler than he's normally use with Sparrow.

"Still thinking of running, Jack? Think you can outrun the world...?"