“New man.”
That was how Bootstrap first met the cannibal. They were all lined up on the deck, watching Davy collecting souls, until he got to the end of the line, looked at the fellow there, and without even asking, pulled him to his feet with the big long octopus arm.
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And he’d been down there so long, until it felt like there was never a time he’d been anywhere else, never a time when there wasn’t water pressing down — he’d live and die like this, like nothing — didn’t even feel like an animal, there wasn’t any animal could live like this.
And then Davy Jones came.
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He had killed many men, and now he himself was dying. He had sent the children of the island away before the end, that he might be alone, and now–and now he was going back to the sea. It was the one thing he loved that had never been taken from him.
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