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