Tia Dalma smiled. "De ends o' de Eart'," she answered. "You 'faid o' heights, boyo? We goan be fallin' straight off, and den land in de depths o' Davy Jones locker."
There was utter delight in her expression. She was upon the open seas again, and riding above the waves on board the Dutchman. Nothing was going to sully her mood. Nothing.