Behind him, the ghost ship cracked in two, shrieking as it sank. The last thing he saw was Salazar, his skeletal face contorted in rage, reaching for him as the water swallowed both vessel and curse.
“A Redcoat,” Salazar hissed, his voice the sound of a thousand drowned rats. The ghost ship halted beside the wreckage. “I had hoped for Sparrow. But a Redcoat will do. The English dogs who hunted me from the sea… now they feed my curse.” pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales redcoat
The sea was a churning grave beneath the Esperanza , a Spanish galleon that had no business being this far north. But its captain, a man named Salazar, had long since stopped caring about business. He cared only for the scent of English gunpowder and the sight of a red coat sinking beneath the waves. Behind him, the ghost ship cracked in two,
And the Esperanza —cursed, undead, invincible—exploded into golden, mortal fire. The ghost ship halted beside the wreckage
Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Ashworth of His Majesty’s 43rd Foot Regiment was not a man who believed in ghosts. He believed in flintlocks, cold steel, and the unshakable superiority of a disciplined line. Which was why, as he clung to a splintered spar of his wrecked troop transport, he refused to believe the ship bearing down on him was real.