Tia Dalma gave a polite inclination of her head. "Cap'n Turner. Times, dey change." She gave him a smile and stepped closer. "I not 'spect t' see you at de helm o' de Dutchman, but dis be so, I see. Tell me, Turner."
Here her expression darkened, eyes narrowing upon him. It seemed as though a cloud passed before the sun, and the only thing that glowed now was the whites of her eyes. "Do ye do de duty, Cap'n?"