I feel... cold

As Bootstrap watched the green apple popping on bloodied waters of Isla de Muerta he couldn't choose if he should be more amused or jealous of Barbossa's most recent fortunes. Laying upon piles of gold his de-cursed and former captain stared blindly the ceilings of the cavern with such an undecided and amazed expression that Bill could not say what (literally) late captain himself was thinking of end of his bane. Would not be an enormous surprise if his own crew shot him for thankees, being pirates and all.

Bootstrap turned around and started wading back to the depths of sea. It has been ten years since the merry farewells Barbossa throw for him, and once again it was again him who was on the journey to the bottom. Only now he knew what was waiting for him, and Barbossa did not.

He couldn't help but wonder whose straw was shorter.