Narcissa Barbossa: Dead Men Tell No Tales

Revelations and Sacrifices

Narcissa had never been less pleased to be right. Nor had it ever been more inconvenient. Black spots danced on the edge of her vision as she fought to stay conscious pulling her jacket to cover the stain and stumbling slightly as she moved to stand with Jack, Henry, and Carina who were all looking around in wonder.

Salazar had changed from a ghostly specter to flesh and blood as had his crew who were stumbling out of the watery walls gasping for air.

Speaking of the walls Narcissa saw to her horror that they were beginning to close.

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Hector was more than a little frustrated at not being able to go down and help Carina. Helplessness was not a feeling he often experienced. The only time that he had felt this way before was when he had believed Narcissa dead. Now both him daughters were in mortal danger and he was stuck with the "safe" job so to speak.

He made his way back to the Pearl though he had never been less inclined to get on her.

"Where's Miss Barbossa?" asked Pintel immediately.

"She went after Jack and Miss Smyth when they fell into Poseidon's Tomb." He answered. Pintel and Ragetti followed him to the helm.

"She'll be alright. Miss Narcissa's clever not to mention a brilliant fighter," said Ragetti encouragingly.

"We can only hope," answered Barbossa who feared that all the brains and fighting prowess in the world might not be enough to save his eldest not to mention the matter of his youngest who had virtually no combat experience and would be quite vulnerable when Salazar attacked as he most undoubtably would.

But simply musing morbidly was not going to be useful to them. Presumably they were going to need a way back up out of the chasm.

He paced trying desperately to think of a plan. Then his eyes hit on the anchor of the Pearl. The chain could likely get close to the sea floor. It was a long shot but if the Pearl sailed on the edge of the chasm and dropped the anchor those below could climb or be drawn back up.

It was madness but now that he thought about it almost every plan in situations like this that had ever worked had been madness. Wasn't that how Jack always won? Anyway, it wasn't like they had much of a choice. The biggest danger was tipping over the edge if only they had something to help anchor them to this side.

As the thought entered his head Hector turned and saw the Flying Dutchman sailing towards them swiftly. Some of the crew cheered at the sight of their comrades. A plank was thrown between the two boats and Narcissa's first mate Flint crossed over.

"Pleasure to see you Captain though I wish the circumstances were better," the grey haired man told him.

"The same to you Mr. Flint. How is the crew? Narcissa was concerned."

"Aye that sounds like her. We took some damage. Held the undead bastards off as long as we could. Salazar caught on eventually though and left."

"Ye gave us a valuable head start. We might not 'ave made it this far without your help." Barbossa acknowledged. Flint shrugged.

"I've got my own score to settle with Salazar and the crew will do anything for Captain Davis. Where is she anyway?"

"Down in Poseidon's Tomb with Jack and the woman that led us here in the first place." He saw concern cloud Flint's lined face.

"How can I help?"

"Getting down wasn't the trouble. It'll be getting out that's the tricky bit. I've got a plan and you may be exactly what I need." Barbossa told the first mate.