Barbossa:
For too long I've been parched of thirst and unable to quench it. Too long I've been starving to death and haven't died. I feel nothing. Not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea. Nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.
[steps into moonlight becoming a skeleton]
Barbossa:
You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner... you're in one!
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:05