I have been waiting...ten years for this moment. This time when I was free.
Hours I have spent counting, hoping, wishing, praying. Minutes I have
spent dreaming, imagining, and believing. And seconds, have I had to enjoy
it.

"I feel...cold."

That was what I said, but my brain whispered a million other things. I
feel...hunger, for the first time. I feel...the touch of Earth beneath my
boot. I feel....the salty sea air on my face as it washes in and out of this
cavern. I feel...lost. I feel pain.

He's watching me, as I fall back, they all are, I know this even if I can't
see it, the whelp and the "lady". They're all watching me. Damnit Jack.
I feel anger now. Anger that I never got a chance to take that first real
breath again. Anger that I couldn't touch the gold I've worked for ten
years to acquire, anger that I can't feel the sea and the wind against my
face. Anger that I couldn't take one last bite of food.

You did this to me, killed me again. You never told us about the curse,
and we know you knew about it. You knew everything about this gold, the
location, the legend, you knew of the curse, you know you did.

But we wouldn't have listened to you anyway would we have, Jack? We were
greedy, mad men. We lived only for the treasure and got it anyway we
could, even on the bodies of those that trusted us. Bootstrap learned that
in the end, as did you.

I feel sorrow. For what we have done, what we would do. Yes, even the
great Barbosa, the damned and evil feels remorse every now and again.
Usually late at night when I'm trying to sleep it comes to me, rattling
around my brain, rousing me and making me acknowledge it. Usually I can
push it away, but now, now I don't have the strength.

I feel despair. What have we done that it's come down to this. Did I
really hurt you that much Jack, that you had to ruin my dreams? Did I
destroy something that deep inside that you have not had a chance to repair
it in ten years? All we did was take your boat. I'm sure you've
"commandeered" more in the past decade. She was just a ship after all.

"I feel...cold."

Yes, that was all I said, but there were so many other things going through
my mind as my life bled away. Still going though as I lay here dead. Well,
my body laid there dead, I was some two feet away watching everything. My
dreams came true, and I died. I don't feel cold anymore...I just feel sad.

My apple is rolling away...god I wish I could taste that apple.