This isn't supposed to be happening.
"Orders? Orders, sir?" the general is screaming.
The ship is falling apart. The Pearl and the Dutchman are destroying his ship.
"Sir, what do you command?!"
It's just good business, he thinks,and he doesn't even realize he's said it out loud.
The stairs. The stairs are there. And he's walking before he knows it, because it's the only thing he can do. The only thing...
Everything is flying around, men and barrels and bits of food and wood and gunpowder, but nothing is touching him, nothing at all.
Nothing.
Men are diving for cover and he knows he should be too, but he can't, he just can't. It wouldn't be right, somehow.
And he thinks of all this as the world disappears in flame.
Bodies. Bodies in the water.