Chapter 15: The Indwelling


"It's not possible." Jack stared at the man before him.

"Not probable," Barbossa taunted, "in your words, Jack."

"How is this...?"

"Possible?" Barbossa grinned evilly. "I'm not actually Barbossa. He should be coming shortly for his apples." The impostor smiled at Jack.

"Who are you, then?"

"I..." Barbossa spread his arms, "am the Devil."

"Well, I always did figure you for evil, but Devil is a bit of a reach, even for you, mate."

Barbossa smiled. "People see me as their most hated thing—you see Barbossa, King George sees Sam Adams, vice versa, etcetera."

"I don't buy it."

Barbossa smiled again. "Think what you will. You always did. But God doesn't want you, Jack...and I do." As he faded away, he said, "You dodged Davy Jones...but you won't dodge me."