"Time and tide," he murmurs. "Better than the locker, or old Bill's fate..."

Instinctively, Jack's hand tightens on the lanyard holding him to the Pearl as she sinks. He can feel every fiber of its rough texture, every vibration that shudders through the ship as the crushing pressure of the depths slowly begins to take its toll.

The silence has a weight of its own.

"... I can't leave her like this. Don't make me let her go alone."