The longboat moves slowly upriver, burdened with more than the weight of its passengers.
All around them, standing waist-deep in the water and amidst the trees, the people of Tia Dalma's swamp have gathered to mark this passing. Each of them carries a candle whose flickering flame reflects from the surface of the water.
In the dimness, the marks of tears show brightly in the candlelight.
Even the natural sounds of the swamp are muted, this evening, buried beneath the low moaning chant that echoes eerily through the air. As the boat approaches, the mourners let it pass, and then draw together once more as they turn to watch its path. For Captain Jack Sparrow is gone...
That the Pearl is gone, okay, Josahmee Gibbs isn't happy about that. It really was the fastest ship he'd ever seen, or ever handled. It was never any wonder that Jack and Barbossa both coveted it so. But it was a ship, and by its very nature it was destined to go to Davy Jones' Locker (if not quite so literally).
But that wasn't how it was supposed to be for Cap’n Jack. Men like that, they find a way to outwit death and always with a smile and a flourish. Men like that come home from certain doom with treasure, with tales of love and glory and danger, sometimes even with a beautiful and strangely grateful damsel at his side.
It was a lot for Gibbs to absorb, and the surest way to do so would be to drink till he couldn’t tell Pintell from a rudder. He helps tie up the longboat, and heads into Tia’s strange shack…
[ooc: Based on material originally used in the PotC:DMC Milliways remix.]