But he was a Redcoat. And Redcoats did not break.
And when the Admiralty pressed him for details, he simply touched the silver cross his mother gave him, now fused to his chest by burn scars, and said, “Dead men tell no tales, sir.” pirates of the caribbean: dead men tell no tales redcoat
But late at night, sailors on the docks of Port Royal sometimes see a lone red coat walking the shore, staring out to sea, his hand on the hilt of a saber that no longer exists—waiting for a ghost that swore it would return. But he was a Redcoat
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. Behind him, the ghost ship cracked in two,
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.