Jack recovered first. “Brilliant!” he cried. “Quick, back to the ship, before they change their minds!” “Marcella!” Jean shouted. “Marcella, we’ll rescue you, don’t worry!” “We will?” Jack asked. “Do we have to? Tell you what, why don’t we come back for her later on? I suggest after we’ve sailed around the world and accomplished our mission. Maybe when we’re very old and very deaf. Savvy?” “I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Barbossa interjected, “but I agree with Jack.” He made a face as if that notion made him ill. “Leave the lass here. She’s no use on the Pearl.” “Jack, they could be cannibals!” Jean said desperately. “They could be taking her away to eat her! We don’t know anything about these people!” Jack stopped to think wistfully about how useful it would be if someone would just pop Marcella in a stew pot. But then Jean would probably sulk all the way back to the Caribbean, and nobody needed a pouting Creole sailor moping around the deck.
