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As the Black Pearl sailed into the dawn, no longer a ship of the damned, Cillian didn't join the cheers. He slipped into the water, swimming toward the shore of a nearby cay. The curse was broken, the debt was paid, and for the first time in a decade, he was looking forward to a meal he could actually taste. If you want to expand this tale, let me know: Should Cillian cross paths with again?

Cillian gasped. A sudden, sharp sting hit his lungs. The smell of the damp cave, the metallic scent of blood, and the warmth of his own sweat rushed back all at once. He looked down; his hands were flesh and blood. He was no longer a ghost in the moonlight, but a man who could finally die. A New Horizon Pirati_dei_Caraibi_1_-_La_maledizione_della_pri...

Deep within the caves of , as Jack Sparrow and Barbossa traded steel and wit, Cillian stood amongst the piles of gold. He watched Jack toss a blood-stained coin to Will Turner. In that heartbeat of silence, the shot rang out—Jack had shot Barbossa. "I feel... cold," Barbossa whispered. As the Black Pearl sailed into the dawn,