~The crew has finally arrived at Whitecap Bay. The sky was filled with dark clouds and it was raining, although not heavily, as the men marched along the beach.~

Barbossa nudges the tail of a seemingly dead mermaid that was barely visible underneath the sand as Lieutenant Groves kneels beside the corpse. Gillette was standing next to Groves, looking down at the mermaid as well.

Groves: Lord...is that...

Gibbs: Mermaid. Give up this madness.

Gibbs turns towards Barbossa who only shakes his head with a determined expression.

Barbossa: I cannot! Ever walk on the beach, look back and see your footsteps in the sand? It's like that except the footsteps lie before me.

Gillette who can't hold back one of his smartass remarks, even in such a situation, quips up.

Gillette: Footstep, actually.

Barbossa just rolls his eyes in annoyance and orders Gibbs to continue leading the way. As the others follow along, Gillette found himself still standing next to the mermaid, lost in thoughts and not even noticing that the others have started walking again. As he takes a closer look at the body, he could've sworn that he saw movement of its chest. Was it still breathing? Furrowing his brows in confusion, he kneels down and hesistately reaches out to turn the creature onto its back. Gillette's eyes roam over the more visible front and face. He saw it more clearly now, the slight rise and fall of its chest. Even if it was barely visible, the mermaid was still breathing and....alive. Gillette quickly retreats his hand from the mermaids shoulder as the realization sinks in, but for some reason he can't bring himself to move.