She listened intently now, not to the words themselves it seemed, but the hatred behind them. " I don't know much about the Spanish" or the English really, though more the latter than the former. Rachel...simply wasn't good with history. "But I think I pity them"

That stated, she slowly felt her way through the tangle of the rest of the tale. "Jack found bait" she simplified "That could lift the curse, then shot Barbossa when the curse lifted. Sounds almost like something some of my past leaders would have cooked up." Rachel wasn't so much for complex plans.

"And the happy little details left out were: you and the living crew...and the rest of the undead crew in the mean time. That couldn't have been fun."