Barbossa and his crew decided to stop by a mostly unhabited island near the caribbean. They anchored the ship a few meters from shore and marched onto the sandy beach of the small jungle. Not minding thier past mistakes with curses like the gold hungry pirates they are, they were yet again looking for aztec gold in these islands, since it was most valuable.

Hector walked up before the crew and scanned thier surroundings with a critical eye. The island seemed quiet, too quiet and well kept. He knew from his long life on the trecherous waters that any creature could be hiding anywhere, and this island could be a nest, a trap or just an abandoned source refuge for someone.

He walked up to a few cliffs, spotting the remains of a boar carcass. No cuts, no arrows, something had tore right through the beast.

He looked up to spot a young looking woman, but no ordinary one. She was adorned sturdy with feather and huge talons. It was a harpy.