The Flying Dutchman approached the wreck with trepidation; The last of the men and women who braved through the hurricane, flipped and tossed like feathers, whimsically like a goddess, only to immerse with the waves; the ruthlessness of untamed nature.
Measuring his steps, Captain Turner boarded, his heartless chest heaving, having caught a glimpse of something far too familiar.
There was a tremble in his voice he couldn't, wouldn't hide, when asking the dreaded question for the very first time; a question that could not be left well alone. Not with this man.
"Captain Sparrow. Do you still fear Death?"