I feel … alone. I wanted to know what death felt like, but now I'm floating around in the afterlife … well, that's death. I was a cursed man, in between death and life. I was less than a man, more than a ghost. I am, was, Captain Barbossa of the Black Pearl. Since Jack Sparrow connived against me, and killed me with the one shot, I have been pondering my past life. I realise now, I'm dead, that I was the lowest of low, stealing what was his. I have committed mutiny; and theft. I was killed for it.