Isla de Muerta.
A ghostly island hidden deep in the Caribbean, eternally shrouded in thick fog.
Ordinary people who wandered into the mist would lose their way and never find it again.
No map recorded its location.
No one could reach Isla de Muerta-
Except those who already knew where it was.
...Or those with a cheat.
At first, Barbossa had known nothing about the island.
It was Jack, guided by his compass, who led Barbossa and the others here in search of Cortez's treasure-the cursed Aztec gold.
At the time, they didn't know the gold was cursed.
Or rather, they didn't believe it.
Then everything happened.
Jack somehow learned the truth of the curse and ordered the crew to leave without taking a single coin.
The crew, staring at mountains of gold they couldn't touch, snapped.
At Barbossa's instigation, mutiny followed.
"After being cursed, we kept bringing back the Aztec gold," Barbossa said grimly, "along with every gold and silver item we plundered over the years."
The three of them entered the cave on Isla de Muerta by boat.
Gold coins littered the path.
Jewelry, goblets, ornaments-gold and silver everywhere.
They were undead.
Money meant nothing.
They couldn't eat, couldn't drink, couldn't enjoy anything.
So they stored everything here, waiting for the day the curse would be lifted and they could finally spend it.
At the heart of the cave stood the stone chest.
Inside lay the Aztec gold.
A gift once offered by the Aztecs to Hernán Cortés, meant to buy mercy.
Cortés accepted it.
Then destroyed their civilization anyway.
The curse was born.
Anyone who took a coin would be punished for eternity.
Undead.
No taste.
No pain.
No pleasure.
People lived for something.
Food, clothing, shelter-these were the basics.
To see everything yet feel nothing?
That wasn't living.
It was torture.
"Interesting..." Morin stepped forward and activated the Eye of Justice.
From his perspective, the stone chest was wrapped in an extraordinarily complex magical structure.
Complex enough to surprise even him.
What shocked him most wasn't its strength-
It was its structure.
This magic was fundamentally different from anything he had seen before.
A completely new system.
A new framework.
Which meant new knowledge.
The single coin he had seen earlier carried only a fragment-a subsidiary spell.
Only when the gold coins and the stone chest existed together did the curse form a complete whole.
Morin focused fully.
He memorized.
Analyzed.
Reconstructed.
"Hey," Barbossa muttered quietly, watching Morin stand motionless. "Is there another curse here?"
"...How would I know?" Jack looked at him like he was stupid.
"I don't do magic."
"Then why didn't you touch the gold before?" Barbossa snapped.
"Gut feeling," Jack said, swaying as he wandered around, occasionally pinching a coin with his pinky before tossing it away. "You understand?"
"I am Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Heh." Barbossa sneered. "I don't know how you escaped that island, but I swear I'll send you back again."
"You won't live to see it," Jack replied, patting the flintlock at his waist.
"Once the Boss lifts the curse, this bullet goes straight into your heart."
"You dare defy the Boss's orders?"
"First," Jack raised a finger, "the Boss never said I couldn't kill you."
"Second," he raised another, "didn't he say you could be resurrected?"
Barbossa was speechless.
Even if resurrection existed, who wanted to die for no reason?
"Enough," Morin said calmly.
"You can begin."
"What?" Barbossa froze.
Bang.
The gunshot echoed violently through the cave.
"...Huh?" Barbossa looked down at his chest in disbelief.
Pain.
Real pain.
Warmth.
Blood.
The curse-
Was gone?
Hot blood flowed out, draining the unnatural chill from his body.
A second later, darkness swallowed his vision.
Barbossa collapsed.
"I told you," Jack said casually, spinning the pistol before holstering it, "you'd repay that shot sooner or later."
"Thank you, Boss."
"You did it yourself," Morin said, clapping his hands as he stood.
Everything had gone exactly as expected.
By having Jack kill Barbossa, Jack vented his hatred.
And Morin achieved his real goal.
Meeting Tia Dalma.
Or rather-
Calypso.
The sealed sea goddess.
He didn't even need to seek her out.
She would come to him.
The whole thing was like a bad melodrama.
Davy Jones loved Calypso.
Loved her to madness.
To be with her forever, he became captain of the Flying Dutchman, ferrying the souls of the dead to World's End.
For that, he could only step onto land once every ten years.
As for why a sea goddess lived on land-
That had everything to do with Calypso's personality.
Gods in Greek mythology were notoriously dysfunctional.
Calypso was no exception.
She was beautiful.
And fickle.
Like the sea itself.
What that meant needed no explanation.
Everyone understood.
Davy Jones endured.
Patiently.
As long as Calypso stayed with him, even if she spent 3,649 days out of ten years with others, he could endure it.
But Calypso grew tired of him.
She avoided him.
Refused to meet him even on that single day.
Jones broke.
He tore out his own heart, hid it away, and abandoned his duty.
The curse followed.
Octopus face.
At the same time, the nine Pirate Lords decided to seal Calypso to control the seas.
They approached Davy Jones.
"Brother," they said, "we know you're suffering. Want revenge?"
He agreed.
He told them her weaknesses.
Calypso was sealed.
She lived.
But powerless.
Ugly.
A witch.
To unseal her required the Pirate Lords' tokens.
And someone to act.
She couldn't do it herself.
In the original timeline, Barbossa was resurrected because Calypso needed him.
Morin understood this perfectly.
He wanted to negotiate.
As a goddess, Calypso might not understand magical theory-
But she knew how to cast spells.
That was enough.
And beyond that-
If Calypso existed...
Where were the other gods?
Alive?
Dead?
If dead, what legacies did they leave behind?
Either way, the value was immense.
"Finished venting?" Morin tossed the final gold coin into the chest without using Turner's blood.
He had already dismantled the curse at its root.
"Mmm..." Jack prodded Barbossa's body with his sword, then sheathed it.
"Almost. Thank you, Boss. Shall we go?"
He turned to leave immediately.
"Stop," Morin said. "Carry the body."
"...Really?" Jack grimaced. "He was the greediest. Let him rest here."
"So I asked if you were done venting," Morin said lightly.
"Once you're done, you'll be colleagues again."
Morin wasn't a devil.
A conscientious boss took care of employee grievances.
As for whether Barbossa would be annoyed-
Dying once counted as atonement.
Under Morin's "gentle persuasion," Jack picked up the body.
He stumbled repeatedly.
Whether on purpose was debatable.
"One of them died..."
In a hidden jungle hut by the water, a witch opened her eyes.
Black hair.
Dark skin.
Black lips.
Black teeth.
Only the whites of her eyes stood out.
Nothing about her resembled a sea goddess.
"How did Jack ever-" never mind.
"Finally," she laughed. "The chance to break my seal-"
She stopped.
"...Why is the body moving?"
Frowning, she reached out through her bond with the sea.
On the boat, Morin sat at the bow, absorbed in new magical theory.
Jack rowed.
"I regret killing you so early," Jack muttered to the corpse.
Morin frowned.
"I'm not looking at you," he said.
"I'm looking behind you."
Jack turned.
He met a floating water entity face to face.
Jack: "..."
"AAAAH-!"
He jumped.
The boat tilted.
Barbossa's body slid toward the sea.
Before it touched the water, the ocean surged upward like grasping hands.
Morin's fingers touched the surface.
Ice exploded outward.
Chain Freeze.
The sea froze solid beneath the corpse.
Ice spread for hundreds of meters before stopping.
Calypso's control vanished instantly.
"Your magic..." the water entity said with interest.
"A small trick," Morin replied calmly. "Something I just deduced."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Morin," he said. "A tavern owner."
"And these two-one man, one corpse-are my employees."
"And you?"
"Tia Dalma."
"Or Calypso."
"You knew?" the water entity asked.
"A guess," Morin said. "I have my channels."
"Negotiate?"
"...About what?"
The water tried to move closer.
Morin blocked it.
No thank you.
"Jack," Calypso turned, unfazed. "Long time no see."
"Let's discuss unsealing you," Morin said, ignoring Jack's silent plea for help.
"You're in a hurry."
A statement.
Not a question.
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