I was right to be afeared. Her rage was like a terrible storm. I would have been better to slip away into the swamps than dare to return to her empty handed. The fact that the damned monkey stared down at me from the rafters seemed to count for nothing. If anything, it only made her angrier. She screamed and shouted about the importance of bargains and how people should stay true to their word. She turned away from me and reached into her pocket. Suddenly she spun round and blew powder into my face. When I woke, I was here. If you find my bones, heed my words. Do not cross, Tia Dalma!