Peer into this place once more, I be doin'. Miss me, miss me? O angels o men, o fools and mortals?
What become of my people? Jack Sparrow be a corpse again, I see, bottom of the ocean be him soul. Jones away, too scared by him own truth seen in here waters. Boy gone too, as is good, good ... promises to keep, I be havin', but ways to keep them, I
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