Barbossa nods, acknowledging their exceptionality. They are not like other men, after all, are they?

"Aye, but that's a gamble of long odds, ain't it?"

And even in these circumstances, Barbossa can't help a small touch of black humour from slipping into his voice.

"There's never a guaranty of coming back. But passing on, that's dead certain."

He adds with another little nod, his gaze still fixed upon Jack's face, trying to discern the thoughts behind it.