Tia laughed gently. "Dat I am," she said, with a nod. "It will be good t' be free, Jack, me love. Me life be de sea. She be me heart, me essence. I know you know dese t'ings. Jack Sparrow, de pirate captain who sell him soul for de love o' de Black Pearl."
She had always liked Jack. Loved him even, in her way. He understood the freedom of the sea.
Tia drew closer to him, and gently set her hand upon his arm. "I ne'er be far, Jack. But de sea, she wait fo' me. An' I long t' be wit' her again."
She drew herself up on her toes, and placed a gentle kiss upon the pirate's cheek, upon the bruise forming where she had slapped him. When she withdrew, one of her necklaces was pressing into Jack's hand. "An' dis be a gift to ye, Jack Sparrow, from Calypso."