“Miss me?”
“She’s not cargo,” Will snapped.
Will was thrown overboard. He surfaced gasping, watching the Interceptor burn. Jack was gone. Elizabeth was gone. And the Pearl vanished into mist, leaving Will alone in black water. will turner curse of the black pearl
Will Turner looked at the horizon—at the black ship limping away, at the navy closing in, at a future he never dared imagine. He was not his father. He was not a pirate. “Miss me
Barbossa had what he wanted: Elizabeth, and the last blood coin to break his curse. One night a month, the pirates became skeletons in the moonlight—immortal, feeling nothing, craving the taste of food and the warmth of flesh. Barbossa had lived a century like that. He was tired. “Miss me?” “She’s not cargo
