But at this, Jack shakes his head, disagreeing.

"The world's still the same."

Black eyes meet the dull empty look of the kraken's lifeless stare,

(a bit of myth in a world what all too often lacks it)

and there's an odd certainty in the rough depths of his voice.

"'S just-- less in it."

Jack turns away then, and gives Barbossa a quick, enigmatic look before starting back up the beach.