The last thing he remembered before the explosion was seeing Elizabeth hurling herself forward towards Barbossa. After that he encountered a searing pain in his chest. He wasn't having a heart attack, that much was certain. So what was it? It was that Will was dead. He had met his maker in the depths of the Caribbean blue. Seconds seemed to pass as minutes and the pirate captain's heart seemed to slow with them. He felt his throat constrict and his lungs burn. Everything spun once and became a hazy little blur.

Then a familiar voice met his ears. "Barbossa!"