Joanna began pacing as she and the soldiers continued waiting for Barbossa and Jack. They had been gone for nearly a couple hours.

"Where are they?" Joanna asked worried. "What's keeping them?"

"Rest assured, Mrs. Barbossa", Groves asked. "The captain said he would signal us when he needed us."

"It takes this long for a man to send a signal?"

Joanna continued pacing. She stopped as she looked at the water in the river.

"Mr. Groves, would you happen to know if this is fresh water?" she asked.

"I don't believe I know the answer for that, Mrs. Barbossa", Groves answered. "Why would you ask?"

"I'm still feeling nauseous. I was hoping maybe some water would help settle my stomach."

Joanna knelt at the edge of the river and dipped her hands in the water. She brought her cupped hands to her mouth and sipped the water in her hands before spitting it out.

"That tasted horrible!" she said.

Joanna gagged as she tried to get the taste out of her mouth. She got more than she bargained for when she doubled over and started vomiting.

"Miss Joanna", Gibbs said kneeling next to her. "If I may say, there seems to be a manner of bad luck with you."

"Don't talk to me about bad luck, you superstitious fool", Joanna said. "You don't even know the half of my bad luck."

"Mrs. Barbossa, look!" Gillette pointed.

She gasped as she looked in the direction he pointed. Everyone could see what looked like Jack tied to a tree, but now he was using his rope to climb up the tree.

"Hector", Joanna said. "We have to help him."

Barbossa watched from the ground as Jack made it to the top of the tree. Jack freed himself from his rope and devised a plan. He tied one end of the rope to a coconut and swung it to another tree. Barbossa watched as the rope tied around the tree. Jack began to pull himself and the top of the tree he stood on toward the other tree.

"The prisoner's escaping", they heard a Spanish soldier say.

Jack let go of the rope, flying into the air.

"He's escaping!" the soldiers said.

They all ran after Jack completely ignoring Barbossa. As the Spanish men ran in one direction, two people ran past the men, heading toward Barbossa instead.

"I figured that was the signal."

Barbossa turned to see Groves. With him was Joanna.

"Hector!" she whispered. "Darling, are you alright?"

"Couldn't be better", Barbossa answered. "If we had the chalices."

Groves and Joanna quickly untied his wrists and cut the rope that tied him to the tree. The two of them helped him up and ran back to their group of soldiers.

"Go!" Groves said. "Prepare to move out!"

"The enemy is soon upon us", Barbossa said as he limped.

Everyone turned to see Jack rejoin them. Barbossa shook his head having had enough of working with him and his antics.

"I'm sorry about the chalices, Jack", Barbossa said. "But I've an appointment to keep. I'll not be going back."

"And I won't let him either", Joanna said.

"No need", Jack said.

Jack lifted up his hand revealing the silver chalices. Everyone looked at him surprised.

"Shall we have a drink?" he asked.

"We'll drink at the Fountain", Barbossa said.

Everyone ran away from the Spanish camp before they could be caught.